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 chewed 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      We came   We peed   We conquered   You bleed      The choice   Forkboy   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 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