Lyrics Concentration Moon - The Mothers Of Invention

Concentration Moon

Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me
American way
How did it start?
Thousands of creeps
Killed in the park
American way
Try and explain
Scab of a nation
Driven insane
Don’t cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly die, die
Cop kill a creep, pow pow pow
Gary Kellgren: Tomorrow I get to do another Frank Zappa creation.
..
and the day after that.
.. and the day after that.
.. also at the same
time I get to work with The Velvet Underground which is as shitty a group as
Frank Zappa’s group
JCB: Hi, boys & girls, I’m Jimmy Carl Black, and I’m the Indian of the group
Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me
American way
Threatened by us
Drag a few creeps
Away in a bus
American way
Prisoner lock
Smash every creep
In the face with a rock
Don’t cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly die, die
Cop kill a creep, pow pow pow