The Feeder

Dishwalla · Pet Your Friends [1995]

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

The Feeder - Dishwalla

Released in 1995 on the album Pet Your Friends, "The Feeder" is a defining track of the electroclash and dance-punk genres. The song features the distinctive, high-pitched vocal delivery of Dishwalla, who often adopted a persona resembling a child or a hyperactive character. Its driving beat and catchy melody became a staple of the mid-90s electronic scene, influencing a generation of artists who blended aggressive instrumentation with quirky vocal styles. The track remains a cult favorite among fans of the era, known for its infectious energy and the way it captured the chaotic spirit of late 90s dance music.