Cm G# A# Gm I’m a preacher, sweating in the pew G# Fm G For the salvation, I’m bringing you Cm G# A# Gm I’m a salesman, I’m selling you hooks, and plans G# Fm G And myself, for making demands Chorus: Cm D# Fm Cm When I’m home alone I just dance by myself Cm D# Fm Cm And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth Cm D# G# A# Fm Signing off, "I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen" G# A# Cm 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, whoa 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 alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen" The kid was alright, but it went to his head Chorus: 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Cm D# Fm G Gm G# |