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)