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