There were flappers and fruits in white suits.
It was right before the crash.
We got thrashed throughout the thirties.
Queuing up for soup in scabby sores.
And they sent us off to war.
We came back in the forties.
There were wheelchairs, guns and ticker tape.
We poured it on the floor and made love to the interstates.
We got shiftless in the fifties.
Holding hands and going steady.
Twisting into dark parts of big Midwestern cities.
Tripped right through the sixties with some blissful little hippie.
Some Kennedy's got shot while you were screwing San Francisco.
The seventies got heavy we woke up on bloody carpets.
Got tangled up in gas lines.
I guess that's where it started.
The eighties almost killed me, let's not recall them quite so fondly.
Some Kennedy o.d. while we watched on MTV.
In the nineties we were wired and well connected.
Put it all down on technology and lost everything we invested.
We got to start it off with a positive jam.
All the sniffling indie kids.
All the clustered up clever kids.
I got bored when I didn't have a band.
So I started a band.
We're gonna start it with a positive jam.
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"Positive Jam" as written by Craig Finn
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