You’re gonna have to face yourself
Pressure!
You're not like everybody else
Pressure!
They’ll only have to run so far, so good
But you will come to a place
Where the only people there
Are you and him, face to face
So you’d best get used to
Pressure!

The Prophet’s called you paranoid
Pressure!
But there’s no time to be annoyed
Pressure!
The Dark Lord’s lured you into a crusade
Now here you are with your grief
And a prophecy that bites
You’ve got that scar on your face
So you’d best get used to Pressure!

Half grown up and no place to go
But 4 Privet Drive, and what do they know?
All your life was Dumbledore’s school
But now there’s much more, not all of it cool.

Pressure!
Pressure!

Don't ask for help, you're all alone
Pressure!
You'll have to answer on your own
Pressure!
I'm sure that there’s some cosmic rationale
But here you are in book five
Two men out and he’s alive
Nowhere to look but inside
Where we all respond to Pressure!

Pressure!
I'm sure that there’s some cosmic rationale
You’re headed into book six
With a prophecy that bites
You have that scar on your face
And you’d best get used to Pressure!
Pressure!Pressure!
One, two, three, four
PRESSURE!!!!!