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