The Feeder Lyrics - Pet Your Friends - Dishwalla

I feel your fame, fill your pocket 

And I've tried to hock it 

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 

And 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? 

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 

And I crawl with flies, move ahead 

And to a million people I've lied 

Come on down, gather 'round 

I'm the healer 

Come on down, now you're down 

With the feeder 

Come on down, now you're down 

I'm your healer 

Come on down, now you're down 

With the feeder