The Feeder – DishwallaBy I feel your fame, fill your pocketAnd I’ve tried to hock itFly the friendly skies, meeting strangersAnd my hands pass through manyYou will believe, I won’t deceive youToo late, ’cause it’s a jokeFor you’ve got the neck of an angelAnd feel my hands as they chokeCome on down, gather ’roundI’m your healerCome on down, now you’re downWith the feederI’ve made the pitch, and you the purchaseNow who do you worship?I’ll be your whore, I’ll go down, maybeJust give me a chanceI will sell you lies, and you will thank meToo late, you’ve paid my billsAnd I crawl with flies, move aheadAnd to a million people I’ve liedCome on down, gather ’roundI’m the healerCome on down, now you’re downWith the feederCome on down, now you’re downI’m your healerCome on down, now you’re downWith the feeder www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20