Текст песни Dishwalla - The Feeder
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I feel your fameFill your pocketAnd I`ve tried to hock itI fly the friendly skiesMeeting strangersAnd my hands pass through manyYou will believeI won`t deceive youToo late cause it`s a jokeFor you`ve got the neck of an angelfeel my hands as they chokeCome on downGather `roundI`m your healerCome on downNow you`re downWith the feederI`ve made the pitchAnd you the purchaseNow who do you worshipAnd I`ll be your whoreI`ll go down, maybeJust give me a chanceI will sell you liesAnd you will thank metoo late you`ve paid my billsI crawl with fliesmove aheadand to a million people I`ve liedCome on downGather `roundI`m your healerCome on downNow you`re downWith the feeder