I'm a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman, 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, 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,



"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