Testo 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, making demands (Chorus) 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 my bed but I'm better with a pen The kid was alright but it went to his head I am gods gift why would he bless me with such wit without a consience equipped I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you There's to much green to feel blue (Chorus) When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself And you pull my head so close I am posed with the truth Signing off im alright I am 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 I am posed with the truth Signing off im alright I am better with the pen I am alright in bed I am better with the pen I am alright in bed I am better with the pen The kid was alright but it went to his head whoa...ohoho...