Song | Pressman |
Artist | Primus |
Album | Suck On This (Remastered) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Les Claypool/Primus | |
By the light of lamp | |
I'll sit to type | |
My notes on tab at my side | |
I don't see the sun much these days | |
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 gives me company on nights like this | |
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 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 just trample on your lawn today? | |
I'll take the skies of blue and turn 'em [Incomprehensible] skies of gray | |
I write between the lines, | |
I deal with fantasy, | |
I am the pressman | |
Acknowledge me | |
Mother always told, "Never stay too far from home" | |
The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone'Cause you build with fountain penYou create the memory stain, you are the pressmanStand up straight, boy" |
zuo qu : Les Claypool Primus | |
By the light of lamp | |
I' ll sit to type | |
My notes on tab at my side | |
I don' t see the sun much these days | |
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 gives me company on nights like this | |
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 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 just trample on your lawn today? | |
I' ll take the skies of blue and turn ' em Incomprehensible skies of gray | |
I write between the lines, | |
I deal with fantasy, | |
I am the pressman | |
Acknowledge me | |
Mother always told, " Never stay too far from home" | |
The little lady said, " Boy, you' ll never have to be alone' Cause you build with fountain penYou create the memory stain, you are the pressmanStand up straight, boy" |
zuò qǔ : Les Claypool Primus | |
By the light of lamp | |
I' ll sit to type | |
My notes on tab at my side | |
I don' t see the sun much these days | |
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 gives me company on nights like this | |
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 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 just trample on your lawn today? | |
I' ll take the skies of blue and turn ' em Incomprehensible skies of gray | |
I write between the lines, | |
I deal with fantasy, | |
I am the pressman | |
Acknowledge me | |
Mother always told, " Never stay too far from home" | |
The little lady said, " Boy, you' ll never have to be alone' Cause you build with fountain penYou create the memory stain, you are the pressmanStand up straight, boy" |