Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)   Jimmy carl black (drums)   Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)   Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)      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