The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the casual frown
The janitor vandals'll bargain your face
Juveniles with the piles and paste
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
On the garbage grasses
With the crutches and forks
Don't be confused 
when your fuse is up
And you're takin' a leak 
into your brother's cup
When the cup is filled 
you can run and be killed
In the billion miles 
of the muscles that build
Radiation
Feelin' the force
Karaoke!
Vomiting whores
The scouts of zero herald the call
Roping in the blondest of them all
With the canquor sores and the robot pills
Throwin' imbusols from the window sills
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes
With the crutches of dorks
FORKS! FORKS! FORKS!