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Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers) |
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Jimmy Carl Black (drums) |
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Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano) |
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Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar) |
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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 |
