| 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" |