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 for 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 (fighting bulls w/ the true) Signing off, I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen The King 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