The Feeder - Dishwalla

I feel your fame 
Fill your pocket 
And I've tried to hock it 
I fly the friendly skies 
Meeting strangers 
And my hands pass through many 
You will believe 
I won't deceive you 
Too late cause it's a joke 
For you've got the neck of an angel 
feel my hands as they choke 
Come on down 
Gather 'round 
I'm your healer 
Come on down 
Now you're down 
With the feeder 
I've made the pitch 
And you the purchase 
Now who do you worship 
And I'll be your whore 
I'll go down, maybe 
Just give me a chance 
I will sell you lies 
And you will thank me 
too late you've paid my bills 
I crawl with flies 
move ahead 
and to a million people I've lied 
Come on down 
Gather 'round 
I'm your healer 
Come on down 
Now you're down 
With the feeder