Текст песни Typewriter Torment (Bonus Track / 2018 Remaster) - Procol Harum

One, two, three

Typewriter torment, dreadful disease
Caught it the first day I touched the keys
You wear down your fingers, churn out your pap
Oh, it eats up your life like a dose of the clap, yeah
Typewriter

Typewriter torment it tortures me still
If only my doctor could see that I'm ill

Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood
It sweeps through your body, curdles your blood
You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time
The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme
Yeah, typewriter

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, pulled out the plug
I'm rending my ribbon, I'm bending my stool
Don't bother rewinding, I'm done with it all
Oh yeah, it's typewriter

But why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill?
Typewriter fever is paying his bill
Typewriter fever, it hurries me still
If only my doctor would give me a pill

Typewriter
Typewriter
Typewriter, typewriter, evil