if i could own 3 acres and a half a dozen ducks
then i could live on my own, without dependence on luck
no i wouldn't be wealthy
oh but how i would be happy
you see when money mixes with art, it falls apart, it falls apart

we're all under pressure
but tell me what's the measure?
of things and diamond rings
of being the best, racing against the rest

if i could have three acres, three acres one cow and liberty
then i could live with certainty, no pain for success or anxiety
so you can stuff your job
there's so much more that i am looking for
you see when time takes it all, the meaning will fall, the meaning will fall

we're all under pressure...

i'm gonna get myself a greenhouse
i'm gonna arrange myself an orchard
and I would live free
in clean air and green
I don't need to climb the ladder so no need to fear the fall
I don't need your technology and the things I can't afford
I don't your banks or your excess clothes
just one cow, three acres and half a dozen ducks
just one cow, three acres and half a dozen ducks

we're all under pressure...