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 all right in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

And I am God's gift
why would He bless me
with such wit without
A conscience equipped
And I'm addicted to the way I feel
when i think of you


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 all right 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 all right in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm all right in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm all right in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head..

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