Fame < Infamy by Fall Out Boy
Time: 03:06
Track #12 from the album Infinity On High.
Written by: WENTZ, PETER / STUMP, PATRICK / TROHMAN, JOSEPH / HURLEY, ANDREW
Published by: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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, making demands
[Chorus]
When I'm home alone, I just dance by myself
And you pull my hips 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 all right 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
[Chorus]
When I'm home alone, I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close; volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen."
I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen
I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen
The kid was all right but it went to his head, whoa
