Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pressman, artist - Primus. Album song Suck on This, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 22.04.2002
Record label: Prawn Song
Song language: English
Pressman |
| By the light of the lamp I sit to type — |
| My notes on tab at my side |
| I don’t see the sun much these days |
| A fluorescent tan covers my hide |
| How much impact shall I have this time? |
| My goal today is to reach the deadline |
| I write between the lines |
| I deal with fantasy |
| I report the facts |
| Give them to me, please |
| Ham and egg salad on white bread |
| Keeps me company on nights like this |
| A pack of mentholated cigarettes |
| Keeps my air nice and thick |
| When I write, words flow |
| Like coins from a candy box |
| Get out of my way |
| I’ve got something to say |
| The pulse is beating louder now |
| The cramps in my hands grow |
| More intense with each tik, tik |
| Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys |
| My social life is at an end |
| So it seems to be |
| Why don’t I trample on your lawn today? |
| I’ll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey |
| I write between the lines |
| I deal with fantasy |
| I am the pressman |
| Acknowledge me |
| Mother always told me |
| Never stray too far from home |
| The little lady said |
| «Boy, you’ll never have to be alone |
| Because |
| You build with fountain pen |
| You create the memory stain |
| You are the pressman |
| Stand up straight, boy.» |