Fall Out Boy — Fame
(текст песни)
I’m a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I’m bringing you
I’m a salesman,selling hooks and plans
And myself 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 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
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 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 all right in bed but I’m better with a pen’
The kid was all right 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 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