I have a theme for my first heart attack,
It's called strange fruit and it's louder than ever

Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my blood is boiling,
my blood and sweat

Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my feet like concrete,
i'm failing this test

There is no way for me to escape this,
I'm a dead man digging my own grave

Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my blood is boiling,
my blood and sweat

Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my feet like concrete,
i'm failing this test

Now there's no more happy endings