Fall Out Boy - Fame Infamy lyrics

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

I'm making demands

When I'm home alone

I just can't stop myself

And you pull my hips so close

I can go for 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

And I am God's gift

But why would He bless me

Church wits without

A conscience acquits

And I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you

To the way I think of you

Too much drink

I feel blue

When I'm home alone

I just can't stop myself

And you pull my hips so close

I can go for 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 hips so close

I can go for 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