When the sun's gone

Then they cry, laughing as they die

They can't look into your eyes

Moonlight makes it all so clear

Peirces the skin without tears

The writing on the wall's been smeared



Tragedy, comedy

Bite the hand that set 'em free

Same old song with a different beat

Comedy, tragedy



Forget about heaven

And the book of fear

Forget about heaven

We're staying here



Getting so high but staying so low

Stumbling, look out below

Halfway's too far to go



Forget about heaven

And the book of fear

Forget about heaven

We're staying here



Beliefs, disaster

Domination by persuasion

Nightmare is after

Your ruined faith beckons grace



Hold their heads down

When kneeling to pray

Heaven lies the other way

Cheated angels turned away

Forget about heaven

And the book of fear

Forget about heaven

We're staying here



Forget about heaven

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