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 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