Fame Infamy Lyrics

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 all right but it went to his head

I am Gods gift
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
"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 all right 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 all right but it went to his head

Whoa

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