We reached back in time to 1881
We saw the past and it looked like fun
We took their clothes and we took their style
And the rest is history
We bolted brass and we kicked some ass
Wrote some songs by the lamplight's gas
Soon our history we did defile
And made a past that couldn't be
I know what you're thinking, I know what you say
Nothing you can do but take this away
This hasn't been fun for time out of mind
So you can pack up your crap and you can leave it behind
I know what you're thinking, I know what you say
But no point you could make would hold any sway
All your phony crap can't hold us down
So we packed up our bags and we got out of town
Back in time to 1881