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)



Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .



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)