מילים לשיר The Pressman – Primus

By the light of the lamp I sit to typeI 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 deal with fantasy
I write between the lines
I report the facts
Give them to me, please A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick
Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this
Get out of my way
When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box
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
I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey
I write between the lines
I deal with fantasy
Why don't I trample on your lawn today?
Acknowledge me
I am the pressman Mother always told me never stray too far from home
Because,"
You build with fountain pen
You are the pressman
The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone,
You create the memory stain
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