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 for 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
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 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
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 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