I am not sure how I would sing this... but it is catchy. "A Place for my Spork," by Linkin Spork I watch how a foon sits on the table on a dark night, Shining with the light from the sun. The sun doesn't give light to the foon assuming the foon's going to owe it one. It makes me think of how you act to me you do favors and then rapidly, You just turn around and start asking me about sporks you want back from me. I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger, Sick of you acting like I owe you sporks. Find another place to feed your greed, While I find a place to eat. I want it to be in another place, I hate when you say you don't understand. I want to be with other sporks, not with the foons, A place for my spork. Maybe someday I'll be just like you and steal sporks like you do, Run away the people I thought I knew. I remember back then who you were, You used to be calm, used to be strong, used to be generous. But you should've known that you'd wear out your welcome, Now you see how quiet it is, all alone.