Primus The Pressman lyrics

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
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
Keeps me company on nights like this
A pack of mentholated cigarettes
Keep 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
Tick, tick, 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 gray
I write between the lines, I deal with fantasy
I am the pressman, acknowledge me

Mother always told me, "Never stay too far from home
Boy, you'll never have to be alone because
You build with fountain pen, you create the memory stain
You are the pressman, stand straight, boy"