Laulunsanoja:
Lard Forkboy

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

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 [Chorus:] Agh! Agh! Agh! Forkboy