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 for 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