Primus - The pressman lyrics

By the light of the lamp I sit to type-my notes on tab at my side<br>I don't see the sun much these days<br>A fluorescent tan covers my hide<br>How much impact shall I have this time? <br>My goal today is to reac the deadline<br>I write between the lines<br>I deal with fantasy<br>I report the facts<br>Give them to me, please<br><br>Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this<br>A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick<br>When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box<br>Get out of my way<br>I've got something to say<br><br>The pulse is beating louder now<br>The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each<br>Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys<br>My social life is at an end so it seems to be<br>Why don't I trample on your lawn today? <br>I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey<br>I write between the lines<br>I deal with fantasy<br>I am the pressman<br>Acknowledge me<br><br>Mother always told me never stray too far from home<br>The little lady said, boy, you'll never have to be alone,<br>Because,<br>You build with fountain pen<br>You create the memory stain<br>You are the pressman<br>Stand up straight, boy