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



Forkboy!