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 head so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off
I'm alright in my bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head
I am gods gift
Why would he bless me with such wit without a consience equipped
I'm addicted to the way I feel
When I think of you
There's to much green to feel blue
(Chorus)
When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close
I am posed with the truth
Signing off im alright
I am 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
I am posed with the truth
Signing off im alright
I am better with the pen
I am alright in bed
I am better with the pen
I am alright in bed
I am better with the pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head
Whoa...ohoho...
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman
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