Song | Typewriter Torment |
Artist | Procol Harum |
Album | Procol's Ninth |
作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
Typewriter torment, dreadful disease | |
Caught it the first day | |
I touched the keys | |
You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap | |
It eats up your life like a dose of the clap | |
Typewriter torment it tortures me still | |
If only my doctor could see that | |
I'm ill Typewriter fever it harries me still | |
If only my doctor would give me a pill | |
Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood | |
It sweeps through your body and curdles your blood | |
You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time | |
The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme | |
Typewriter fever it harries me still | |
If only my doctor would give me a pill | |
Typewriter fever | |
I'm worn to a stub | |
I've dumped my | |
Thesaurus and pulled out the plug | |
I'm rending my ribbon and bending my spool | |
Don't bother rewinding: | |
I'm done with it all | |
But why can't my doctor just say that | |
I'm ill? Typewriter fever is paying his bill. |
zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
Typewriter torment, dreadful disease | |
Caught it the first day | |
I touched the keys | |
You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap | |
It eats up your life like a dose of the clap | |
Typewriter torment it tortures me still | |
If only my doctor could see that | |
I' m ill Typewriter fever it harries me still | |
If only my doctor would give me a pill | |
Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood | |
It sweeps through your body and curdles your blood | |
You curse and discurse but you' re damned for all time | |
The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme | |
Typewriter fever it harries me still | |
If only my doctor would give me a pill | |
Typewriter fever | |
I' m worn to a stub | |
I' ve dumped my | |
Thesaurus and pulled out the plug | |
I' m rending my ribbon and bending my spool | |
Don' t bother rewinding: | |
I' m done with it all | |
But why can' t my doctor just say that | |
I' m ill? Typewriter fever is paying his bill. |