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 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 all right in bed but I'm better with a pen."

The kid was alright but it went to his head

I-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 all right 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:

The kid was alright but it went to his head


Woaaah...