Fame < Infamy

I’m a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I’m bringing you
I’m a salesman, I’m selling you hooks and plans
And myself making demands
When I’m home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off «I'm alright in bed but I’m better with a pen»
The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah
«There's too much green to feel blue»
When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off «I'm alright in bed but I’m better with a pen»
The kid was alright but it went to his head
When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off «I'm alright in bed but I’m better with a pen»
I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head