| 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 chewed up in pieces
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| Than blown up in the oven
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| Agh, Agh, Agh
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| Forkboy
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| 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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| Agh, Agh, Agh
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| We came
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| We peed
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| We conquered
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| You bleed
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| The choice
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| Forkboy
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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
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| When you can eat 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 the ones you love
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| Forkboy |