 The pressman lyrics ( Primus )   
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 Rate The Pressman
Artist : Primus
Song : 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
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
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