Originally performed by Lard
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
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