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A fork is a cold shiny tool |
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To pierce, tear and ingest |
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Whoever has the fork in hand |
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Controls the meal of its choice |
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We're told the first few punctures |
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They're for our own good |
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Better carved up in pieces |
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Than blown up in the oven |
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Agh! Agh! Agh! |
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Forkboy |
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Flies by night on stolen fuel |
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To Santa Rosa, CA |
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Opens a fake employment office |
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"Want a job? Go get me drugs" |
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People desperate for work |
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Return to quite a surprise |
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Busted for intent to sell |
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Cops pay him a bounty |
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Forkboy skips town |
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Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! |
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We came |
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We peed |
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We conquered |
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You bleed |
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The choice: |
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Fork Boy |
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Or Finger Food |
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Ugly joy |
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What does it replace? |
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Why wait |
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When you can eat yourself alive today |
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Junk bondage takeover glutton |
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Ready to bore in |
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Unfold his rotary blades inside |
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Pull the guts out and resell them |
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Buys out his next target |
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With the last one's pension funds |
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Thousands more thrown out of work |
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So Leona won't have to settle for a mint |
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Forkboy |
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Picked by the FBI |
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To be the black pied piper |
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After Dr. King died |
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Watches soap operas on TV |
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While 6 billion's disappears from HUD |
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Who are you working for |
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What did you hope to gain |
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Why do you hate your past |
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So much you destroy the ones you love |
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Forkboy! |
