(John Fiddler)



First met you you were lonely, pushin' your smile in my face

Now I know that you're phoney, you're the human race's disgrace

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man, fork talking man



You laid down on the floor just to cheat me for a while

Before I could even count to four the visions of you ran wild

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man, fork talking man



People I'm telling you there's a conspiracy

The witness to that is the sadness that you see

I'm looking at you. Are you looking at me? Are ya?

Ain't no-one can make you what you're not

If there's a chance to run they'll give a shot

I look pretty cold but I'm really hot. Hotcha!



Every time you walk on the street with your heart muscles all on show

You ask someone the time of day and they tell you which way to go

Now you're a man without a brain, a prisoner without parole

You're in a rush without a name, a spirit without a soul

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man, fork talking man

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man

You're a fork talking man, fork talking man