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