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 all right 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 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 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.