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Mister America |
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Walk on by |
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Your schools that do not teach |
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Mister America |
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Walk on by |
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The minds that won't be reached |
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Mister America |
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Try to hide |
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The emptiness that's you inside |
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When 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 |
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Hungry freaks, Daddy . . . |
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They won't go |
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For 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 |
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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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Mister America |
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Walk on by |
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Your supermarket dream |
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Mister America |
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Walk on by |
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The liquor store supreme |
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Mister America |
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Try to hide |
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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 |
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For 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 |
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What's on their minds |
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(The left-behinds of the Great Society) |
