Song lyrics Fame infamy by Fall Out Boy

Im a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation Im bringing you
Im a salesman, Im selling you hooks and plans
And myself making demands

When Im home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "Im alright in bed but Im better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head

I am Gods gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
Im addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah
"There´s too much green to feel blue"

When Im home alone I just cant stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "Im alright in bed but Im better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head

When Im home alone I just cant stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "Im alright in bed but Im better with a pen"
Im alright in bed but Im better with a pen
Im alright in bed but Im better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head