Goodbye 1870's

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To your patent to the universe that you created To your headache to the shape of the 1880s I'm glad that we don't hear you any more I'm tired of fighting in your old-fashioned war To the lights to the lead painting in your homes Sunday night fears from Raw-head and Bloody-bones I'm glad that we don't hear you any more I'm tired of fighting in your old-fashioned war Goodbye Seventies 1870s To your patent to the universe that you created To your prescription for the million vials of 1880 I'm glad that we don't hear you any more I'm tired of losing in your steam fashion war Goodbye Seventies 1870s