1905, in my hometown
Grandad built the bakery, some banker wants to close it down
They want to build a drive through, but if he were alive
Grandad wouldn't let them and neither will I

It's damn hard to fight them, 'cause they're the rich and big
But I'll be remembered, yeah, for what I did
You can't take it with you, but I won't leave it behind
So if this is the day I gotta die, then I die

Woah, 1905
Woah, is this the end of the line?

With a steel can of gasoline, I stand in the street
And I lay a trail from the front door to the soles of my feet
There'll be no re-possession, yeah, they'll soon learn
When I drop this redhead match
Watch it, watch it, watch it burn

Woah, 1905
Woah, is this the end of the line?
No! No! No!

Woah, 1905
Woah, I blow it sky high
High! High! High!
Woah, 1905
Woah, is this the end of the line?

1905, in my hometown
Grandad built the bakery, but I burned it down