Mothers Of Invention - Hungry Freaks, Daddy Lyrics
Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teachMr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reachedMr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you insideBut once you find that the way you liedAnd all the corny tricks you triedWill not forestall the rising tide of HUNGRY FREAKS DADDY!They won't go on four no moreGreat mid-western hardware storePhilosophy that turns awayFrom those who aren't afraid to say what's on their mindsThe left behinds of the great societyHUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dreamMr. America, walk on by the liquor store supremeMr. America try to hide the product of your savage prideThe useful minds that it deniedThe day you shrugged and stepped asideYou saw their clothes, and then you cried,"Those HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!"They won't go on four no moreGreat mid-western hardware storePhilosophy that turns awayFrom those who aren't afraid to say what's on their mindsThe left behinds of the great society