| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Claypool, Primus |
| [00:01.53] | Artist:primus |
| [00:05.11] | Songs Title:the pressman |
| [00:08.49] | |
| [00:20.49] | By the light of the lamp I sit to type my notes on tab at my side |
| [00:27.98] | |
| [00:32.63] | I don't see the sun much these days |
| [00:35.66] | |
| [00:37.42] | A fluorescent tan covers my hide |
| [00:42.32] | |
| [00:47.98] | How much impact shall I have this time? |
| [00:51.26] | |
| [00:52.46] | My goal today is to reac the deadline |
| [00:56.54] | |
| [00:57.05] | I write between the lines |
| [00:58.88] | I deal with fantasy |
| [01:01.58] | I report the facts |
| [01:03.28] | Give to them me, please |
| [01:06.00] | |
| [01:21.11] | Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this |
| [01:30.30] | |
| [01:33.50] | A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick |
| [01:42.32] | |
| [01:46.53] | When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box |
| [01:52.25] | |
| [01:53.14] | Get out of my way |
| [01:55.09] | I've got something to say |
| [01:56.72] | |
| [02:24.28] | The pulse is beating louder now |
| [02:26.17] | |
| [02:50.72] | The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each |
| [02:55.69] | Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys |
| [03:02.74] | My social life is at an end so it seems to be |
| [03:09.85] | |
| [03:20.48] | Why don't I trample on your lawn today? |
| [03:23.94] | |
| [03:24.95] | I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey |
| [03:30.42] | I write between the lines |
| [03:33.76] | I deal with fantasy |
| [03:35.21] | I am the pressman |
| [03:36.46] | Acknowledge me |
| [03:39.04] | |
| [04:48.52] | Mother always told me never stray too far from home |
| [04:52.11] | |
| [04:54.69] | The little lady said, boy, youll never have to be alone, |
| [04:59.76] | Because, |
| [05:00.14] | You build with fountain pen |
| [05:01.33] | You create the memory stain |
| [05:02.71] | You are the pressman |
| [05:03.85] | Stand up straight, boy |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Claypool, Primus |
| [00:01.53] | Artist: primus |
| [00:05.11] | Songs Title: the pressman |
| [00:08.49] | |
| [00:20.49] | By the light of the lamp I sit to type my notes on tab at my side |
| [00:27.98] | |
| [00:32.63] | I don' t see the sun much these days |
| [00:35.66] | |
| [00:37.42] | A fluorescent tan covers my hide |
| [00:42.32] | |
| [00:47.98] | How much impact shall I have this time? |
| [00:51.26] | |
| [00:52.46] | My goal today is to reac the deadline |
| [00:56.54] | |
| [00:57.05] | I write between the lines |
| [00:58.88] | I deal with fantasy |
| [01:01.58] | I report the facts |
| [01:03.28] | Give to them me, please |
| [01:06.00] | |
| [01:21.11] | Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this |
| [01:30.30] | |
| [01:33.50] | A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick |
| [01:42.32] | |
| [01:46.53] | When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box |
| [01:52.25] | |
| [01:53.14] | Get out of my way |
| [01:55.09] | I' ve got something to say |
| [01:56.72] | |
| [02:24.28] | The pulse is beating louder now |
| [02:26.17] | |
| [02:50.72] | The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each |
| [02:55.69] | Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys |
| [03:02.74] | My social life is at an end so it seems to be |
| [03:09.85] | |
| [03:20.48] | Why don' t I trample on your lawn today? |
| [03:23.94] | |
| [03:24.95] | I' ll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey |
| [03:30.42] | I write between the lines |
| [03:33.76] | I deal with fantasy |
| [03:35.21] | I am the pressman |
| [03:36.46] | Acknowledge me |
| [03:39.04] | |
| [04:48.52] | Mother always told me never stray too far from home |
| [04:52.11] | |
| [04:54.69] | The little lady said, boy, youll never have to be alone, |
| [04:59.76] | Because, |
| [05:00.14] | You build with fountain pen |
| [05:01.33] | You create the memory stain |
| [05:02.71] | You are the pressman |
| [05:03.85] | Stand up straight, boy |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Claypool, Primus |
| [00:01.53] | Artist: primus |
| [00:05.11] | Songs Title: the pressman |
| [00:08.49] | |
| [00:20.49] | By the light of the lamp I sit to type my notes on tab at my side |
| [00:27.98] | |
| [00:32.63] | I don' t see the sun much these days |
| [00:35.66] | |
| [00:37.42] | A fluorescent tan covers my hide |
| [00:42.32] | |
| [00:47.98] | How much impact shall I have this time? |
| [00:51.26] | |
| [00:52.46] | My goal today is to reac the deadline |
| [00:56.54] | |
| [00:57.05] | I write between the lines |
| [00:58.88] | I deal with fantasy |
| [01:01.58] | I report the facts |
| [01:03.28] | Give to them me, please |
| [01:06.00] | |
| [01:21.11] | Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this |
| [01:30.30] | |
| [01:33.50] | A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick |
| [01:42.32] | |
| [01:46.53] | When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box |
| [01:52.25] | |
| [01:53.14] | Get out of my way |
| [01:55.09] | I' ve got something to say |
| [01:56.72] | |
| [02:24.28] | The pulse is beating louder now |
| [02:26.17] | |
| [02:50.72] | The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each |
| [02:55.69] | Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys |
| [03:02.74] | My social life is at an end so it seems to be |
| [03:09.85] | |
| [03:20.48] | Why don' t I trample on your lawn today? |
| [03:23.94] | |
| [03:24.95] | I' ll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey |
| [03:30.42] | I write between the lines |
| [03:33.76] | I deal with fantasy |
| [03:35.21] | I am the pressman |
| [03:36.46] | Acknowledge me |
| [03:39.04] | |
| [04:48.52] | Mother always told me never stray too far from home |
| [04:52.11] | |
| [04:54.69] | The little lady said, boy, youll never have to be alone, |
| [04:59.76] | Because, |
| [05:00.14] | You build with fountain pen |
| [05:01.33] | You create the memory stain |
| [05:02.71] | You are the pressman |
| [05:03.85] | Stand up straight, boy |