A fork is a cold shiny tool
To pierce, tear, and ingest
Whatever has the fork in hand
Controls the meal of its choice
We're told the first few punctures
They're for our own good
Better chewed up in pieces
Than blown up in the oven
(Forkboy)
(Forkboy)
(Forkboy)
Forkboy flies by night on stolen fuel
To Santa Rosa, CA (Forkboy)
Opens a fake employment office
Want a job? Go get me drugs (Forkboy)
People desperate for work
Return to quite a surprise (Forkboy)
Busted for intent to sell
Cops pay him a bounty, Forkboy skips town
We came
We peed
We conquered
You bleed
The choice
Forkboy
Or finger food
Ugly joy
What does it replace
Why wait when you can eat yourself alive today
(Forkboy)
(Forkboy)
(Forkboy)
(Forkboy)
Junk bondage takeover glutton
Ready to bore in (Forkboy)
Unfold his rotary blades inside
Pull the guts out and resell them (Forkboy)
Buys out his next target
With the last one's pension funds (Forkboy)
Thousands more thrown out of work
So Leona won't have to settle for a mint (Forkboy)
Forkboy picked by the FBI
To be the black Pied Piper after Dr. King died (Forkboy)
Watches soap operas on TV
While six billion disappears from HUD (Forkboy)
Who are you working for
What did you hope to gain (Forkboy)
Why do you hate your past
So much you destroy the ones you love
(Forkboy)
(Forkboy)
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