A fork is a cold shiny tool
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To pierce, tear and ingest
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Whoever has the fork in hand
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Controls the meal of its choice
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We're told the first few punctures
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They're for our own good
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Better carved up in pieces
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Than blown up in the oven
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Forkboy!
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Forkboy!
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Forkboy!
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Forkboy flies by night on stolen fuel
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To Santa Rosa, CA
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Opens a fake employment office
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Want a job, go get me drugs
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People desperate for work
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Return to quite a surprise
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Busted for intent to sell
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Cops pay him a bounty
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Forkboy skips town
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We came, we peed
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We conquered, you bleed
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The choice
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Fork Boy
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Or finger food
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Ugly joy
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What does it replace
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Why wait, when you can eat
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Yourself alive today
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Junk bondage takeover glutton
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Ready to bore in
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Unfold his rotary blades inside
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Pull the guts out and resell them
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Buys out his next target
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With the last one's pension funds
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Thousands more thrown out of work
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So Leona won't have to settle for a mint
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Forkboy
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Picked by the FBI
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To be the black pied piper
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After Dr. King died
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Watches soap operas on TV
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While 6 billion disappears from HUD
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Who are you working for
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What did you hope to gain
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Why do you hate your past
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So much you destroy
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The ones you love
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Forkboy!
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Forkboy!
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Forkboy!
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Forkboy
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Black Light Burns |