Forkboy Lyrics - High - Flotsam And Jetsam

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!