Dishwalla The Feeder Lyrics

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