Fame < Infamy
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 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 but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
And I'm addicted to the way i feel when i think of you
It'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