[Digital Factory Intro] (Robot Voice) "Production online..." "Pressure level... Maximum..." [Verse 1] I'm a printer, day and night, Printing sugar, oil bright. Cosmetics rolling down the line, Weekend's mine, I'll be just fine. Monday hits, the pressure's on, Everybody wants it done. Register's off, the black is squeezed, Nothing matches, no one agrees. "Come on faster!" "Speed it up!" "Wella's waiting!" "Don't stop!" [Pre-Chorus] The machine keeps calling... The clock keeps falling... [Chorus] I'm a printer under pressure! Every job must run much faster! But if the ink explodes, the webline tears, I start again through sweat and tears! I'm a printer under pressure! Weekend means another measure! Raise a glass and clear my head... Monday's waiting up ahead! (Glitch Choir) "UNDER PRESSURE!" "PRINT! PRINT! PRINT!" [Verse 2] Too much heat around the press, Eyes are flickering from the stress. Body's crying, "Give me fuel!" Water only... that's the rule. Tongue is sticking, dry as stone, Can't even suck a candy alone. Thought that sugar was the crime... Only if it's mine this time! [Bridge] (Robot Voice) "Automatic Guided Vehicle..." "Roll delivered..." Machine keeps moving, Never sleeps. Miss the rhythm... Your future leaves. Need a break, Need the door... Team lead's waiting Just outside once more. (Whisper) "No delay..." "No delay..." [Final Chorus] I'm a printer under pressure! Every job must run much faster! If the ink explodes, the webline tears, I start again through sweat and tears! I'm a printer under pressure! Weekend is my only pleasure! (Glitch Choir) "PRINT!" "PRESSURE!" "PRINT!" "PRESSURE!"
