Fame < Infamy Songtext
von Fall Out Boy

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 for making demands

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 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 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
It's too much green to feel blue

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 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 lying 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