Mott The Hoople - Fork Talking Man lyrics

(John Fiddler)

First met you you were lonely
Pushin' your smile in my face
Now I know that you're phoney
You're the human race's disgrace
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man

You laid down on the floor just
To cheat me for a while
Before I could even count to four
The visions of you ran wild
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man

People I'm telling you there's a conspiracy
The witness to that is the
Sadness that you see
I'm looking at you are you
Looking at me? Are ya?
Ain't no-one can make you what you're not
If there's a chance to run
They'll give a shot
I look pretty cold but I'm really hot hotcha!

Every time you walk on the street with
Your heart muscles all on show
You ask someone the time of day and
They tell you which way to go
Now you're a man without a brain
A prisoner without parole
You're in a rush without a name
A spirit without a soul
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man