fork is a cold shiny tool
 To pierce, tear and ingest
 Whoever 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 carved up in pieces
 Than blown up in the oven

Forkboy
 Forkboy
 Forkboy

Forkboy
 Flies by night on stolen fuel
 To Santa Rosa, CA
 Opens a fake employment office
 "Want a job? Go get me [bad word] quot;
 People desperate for work
 Return to quite a surprise
 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

Forkboy
 Forkboy
 Forkboy

Yourself alive today
 Junk bondage takeover glutton
 Ready to bore in
 Unfold his rotary blades inside
 Pull the guts out and resell them
 Buys out his next target
 With the last one's pension funds
 Thousands more thrown out of work
 So Leona won't have to settle for a mint
 Forkboy Picked by the FBI
 To be the black pied piper
 After Dr. King died
 Watches soap operas on TV
 While 6 billion disappears from HUD
 Who are you working for
 What did you hope to gain
 Why do you hate your past
 So much you destroy
 The ones you love

Fork-boy

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