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 the 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, whoa

"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