Hungry Freaks, Daddy

Frank Zappa / Mothers of Invention

 
Mister America walk on by 
Your schools that do not teach 
Mister America walk on by 
The minds that won't be reached 
Mister America try to hide 
The emptiness that's you inside 
When once you find that the way you lied 
And all the corny tricks you tried 
Will not forestall the rising tide of 
Hungry freaks, Daddy . . . 
They won't go for no more 
Great mid-western hardware store 
Philosophy that turns away 
From those who aren't afraid to say 
What's on their minds 
The left-behinds 
Of the Great Society 
 
Mister America walk on by 
Your supermarket dream 
Mister America walk on by 
The liquor store supreme 
Mister America try to hide 
The product of your savage pride 
The useful minds that it denied 
The day you shrugged and stepped aside 
You saw their clothes and then you cried: 
THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY! 
They won't go for no more 
Great mid-western hardware store 
Philosophy that turns away 
From those who aren't afraid to say 
What's on their minds 
(The left-behinds of the Great Society) 


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