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
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