Forkboy Lyrics - The Last Temptation Of Reid - Lard

A fork is a cold shiny tool to pierce, tear and ingest 

Whatever 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 

Oh, oh, oh, come on now 

Forkboy, forkboy, forkboy 

Forkboy flies by night on stolen fuel to Santa Rosa, CA 

(Forkboy) 

Opens a fake employment office, want a job, go get me drugs 

(Forkboy) 

People desperate for work return to quite a surprise 

(Forkboy) 

Busted for intent to sell, cops pay him a bounty, forkboy skips town 

Oh, oh, oh 

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? 

Forkboy, forkboy, forkboy, forkboy 

Junk bondage take over glutton, ready to bore in 

(Forkboy) 

Unfold his rotary blades inside, pull the guts out and resell them 

(Forkboy) 

Buys out his next target with the last one's pension funds 

(Forkboy) 

Thousands more thrown out of work so 

Leona won't have to settle for a mint 

(Forkboy) 

Forkboy picked by the FBI to be the lack pied piper after Dr. King died 

(Forkboy) 

Watches soap operas on TV while 6 billion disappears from HUD 

(Forkboy) 

Who are you working for, what did you hope to gain? 

(Forkboy) 

Why do you hate your past so much you destroy the ones you love 

(Forkboy) 

Love 

(Forkboy)