Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Pressman, artist - Primus. Album song Pork Soda, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
The 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 reac the deadline |
| I write between the lines |
| I deal with fantasy |
| I report the facts |
| Give them to me, please |
| Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this |
| A pack of metholated 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 |