Concentration Moon Lyrics - Singles - The Mothers Of Invention

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 

Killed 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 KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow 

Gary Kellgren: 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 shitty a group as Frank Zappa's group 

JCB: Hi, boys & 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