I Don't Need This Pressure Testo

What was that bang? it was the next big thing Exploding over our heads And soon the next generation Will emerge from behind the bike sheds What are we going to offer them? The exact same thing as before But a different way to wear it And the promise of a whole lot more Oh, pity the pressures at the top, The tantrums and the tears And the sound of platinum cash tills Ringing in their ears Money maketh man a tory Don't fire that assumption at me I like toast as much as anyone But not for breakfast, dinner, and tea So don't saddle me with your ideals And spare me all your guilt For a poet with all the answers Has never yet been built I see no shame in putting my name To socialism's cause Nor seeking some more relevance Than spotlight and applause Neither in the name of conscience Nor the name of charity Money is put where mouths are In the name of solidarity We sing of freedom And we speak of liberation But such chances come But once a generation So I'll ignore what I am sure Were the best of your intentions You are judged by your actions And not by your pretensions There is drudgery in social change And glory for the few And if you don't tell me what not to say I won't tell you what not to do