Woke up in the '20s
And there were flappers
And fruits in white suits
It was right before the crash
We got thrashed throughout the '30s
Queuing up for soup and scabby sores
Then they sent us off to war
We came back in the '40s
And there were wheelchairs, guns and ticker-tape
We poured it on the floor
And we made love to the interstates
We got shiftless in the '50s
Holding hands and going steady
Twisting in the dark parts
Of the large Midwestern cities
Tripped right through the '60s
With some blissful little hippie
Some Kennedys got shot
While you were screwing San Francisco
And the '70s got heavy
We woke up on bloody carpets
Got tangled up in gas lines
And I guess that's where it started
And there were flappers
And fruits in white suits
It was right before the crash
We got thrashed throughout the '30s
Queuing up for soup and scabby sores
Then they sent us off to war
We came back in the '40s
And there were wheelchairs, guns and ticker-tape
We poured it on the floor
And we made love to the interstates
We got shiftless in the '50s
Holding hands and going steady
Twisting in the dark parts
Of the large Midwestern cities
Tripped right through the '60s
With some blissful little hippie
Some Kennedys got shot
While you were screwing San Francisco
And the '70s got heavy
We woke up on bloody carpets
Got tangled up in gas lines
And I guess that's where it started
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