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A fork is a cold shiny toolTo pierce, tear and ingestWhoever has the fork in handControls the meal of its choiceWe're told the first few puncturesThey're for our own goodBetter carved up in piecesThan blown up in the ovenAgh! Agh! Agh!ForkboyFlies by night on stolen fuelTo Santa Rosa, CAOpens a fake employment office"Want a job? Go get me drugs"People desperate for workReturn to quite a surpriseBusted for intent to sellCops pay him a bountyForkboy skips townAgh! Agh! Agh! Agh!We cameWe peedWe conqueredYou bleedThe choice:Fork BoyOr Finger FoodUgly joyWhat does it replace?Why waitWhen you can eat yourself alive todayJunk bondage takeover gluttonReady to bore inUnfold his rotary blades insidePull the guts out and resell themBuys out his next targetWith the last one's pension fundsThousands more thrown out of workSo Leona won't have to settle for a mintForkboyPicked by the FBITo be the black pied piperAfter Dr. King diedWatches soap operas on TVWhile 6 billion's disappears from HUDWho are you working forWhat did you hope to gainWhy do you hate your pastSo much you destroy the ones you loveForkboy!