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