歌词
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
ForkboyForkboy
ForkboyForkboy
Flies by night on stolen fuel
To Santa Rosa,
CAOpens 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
We cameWe peed
We conquered
You bleedThe choice:
ForkboyOr finger food
Ugly joyWhat does it replace?
Why waitWhen you can eat
ForkboyForkboy
ForkboyYourself 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
FBITo be the black pied piper
After Dr.
King diedWatches soap operas on
TVWhile 6 billion disappears from
HUDWho are you working for
What did you hope to gain
Why do you hate your past
So much you destroy
The ones you love
Fork-boy
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