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Black Light Burns
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Forkboy
The 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
Forkboy (x3)
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
We came, we peed We conquered, you bleed
The choice Forkboy Or finger food
Ugly joy What does it replace Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Why wait, when you can Eat yourself alive today
Forkboy (x3)
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 six billion disappears from H.U.D. 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 (x3)
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