Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach

Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached 

Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside 

But 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 on four 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! 



Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream 

Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme 

Mr. 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 on four 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