كلمات The Feeder

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