
I feel your fame
Fill your pocket
And Ive tried to hock it
I fly the friendly skies
Meeting strangers
And my hands pass through many
You will believe
I wont deceive you
Too late cause its a joke
For youve got the neck of an angel
Feel my hands as they choke
Come on down
Gather round
Im your healer
Come on down
Now youre down
With the feeder
Ive made the pitch
And you the purchase
Now who do you worship
And Ill be your whore
Ill go down, maybe
Just give me a chance
I will sell you lies
And you will thank me
Too late youve paid my bills
I crawl with flies
Move ahead
And to a million people Ive lied
Come on down
Gather round
Im your healer
Come on down
Now youre down
With the feeder