Like many, many Primus songs, this one tells a story. This is a "pressman", or reporter who is going nowhere-- he has implanted himself into whatever story he's writing and becomes isolated. In the song it's basically the pressman's heart pouring out to meet expectations. The version of this on SUCK ON THIS is way more kickass than the PORK SODA version.
Like many, many Primus songs, this one tells a story. This is a "pressman", or reporter who is going nowhere-- he has implanted himself into whatever story he's writing and becomes isolated. In the song it's basically the pressman's heart pouring out to meet expectations. The version of this on SUCK ON THIS is way more kickass than the PORK SODA version.