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

Gutten Morgen

Blakich Morgen

Good Morning to you