Typewriter Torment Lyrics
| Song | Typewriter Torment |
| Artist | Procol Harum |
| Album | Procol's Ninth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| zuo ci : 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. |
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