The Feeder — текст песни (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