Hungry Freaks, Daddy

Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside But 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 on four 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 Hungry freaks, Daddy! Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme Mr. 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 on four 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