The Mothers Of Invention - Concentration Moon lyrics

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 k**ed 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 k** a creep, pow pow pow 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 sh**ty a group as Frank Zappa's group (Hi, boys and 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 k** a creep, pow pow pow