Fame < Infamy
a preacher I'm 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 can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close
lying goes with the truth
Signing off I'm alright in bed
I'm better but with a pen
The kid was alright but it went headto his

I am god's gift but why he would bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped

I'm addicted to the way
I feel when I think of you, woah
It's too much green to feel blue
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close
lying goes with the truth
Signing off alright I'm 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 hips so close
lying 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