Hungry Freaks, Daddy - Frank Zappa

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



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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