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