Fame < Infamy

I'm a preacher sweating in the pew

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, whoa

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

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