A 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
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Forkboy Flies by night on stolen fuel To Santa Rosa, CA Opens a fake employment office "Want a job? Go get me drugs" People desperate for work Return to quite a surprise Busted for intent to sell Cops pay him a bounty Forkboy skips town
Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!
We came We peed We conquered You bleed
The choice: Fork Boy Or Finger Food
Ugly joy What does it replace? Why wait When you can eat 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's 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
Lyrics contained within GoldLyrics.com subject to US Copyright Laws and are the property of their respective authors, artists and labels. If you like the lyrics, GoldLyrics.com encourages you to buy the CDs of the albums and whenever possible, GoldLyrics.com gives a link, where you can buy the album.
