| Mr. america, walk on by your schools that do not teach
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| Mr. america, walk on by the minds that won’t be reached
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| Mr. america try to hide the emptiness that’s you inside
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| But once you find that the way you lied
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| And all the corny tricks you tried
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| Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!
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| They won’t go on four no more
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| Great mid-western hardware store
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| Philosophy that turns away
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| From those who aren’t afraid to say what’s on their minds
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| The left behinds of the great society
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| Hungry freaks, daddy!
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| Mr. america, walk on by your supermarket dream
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| Mr. america, walk on by the liquor store supreme
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| Mr. america try to hide the product of your savage pride
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| The useful minds that it denied
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| The day you shrugged and stepped aside
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| You saw their clothes, and then you cried,
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| «those hungry freaks, daddy!»
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| They won’t go on four no more
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| Great mid-western hardware store
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| Philosophy that turns away
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| From those who aren’t afraid to say what’s on their minds
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| The left behinds of the great society |