Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond peak When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the And the black gold started flowing just like tea
It was the of the riots And London sat in heat And the gangs of Mini Took the to the streets
But the creed was handed down For no more trucks and no more They threw of petrol Through the of Scotland Yard and they yell
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the family They held them up for Without disturbing high tea
But get away was shaky They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't it very far When tank is on empty
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a And driven through the streets of to the palace aqueduct You see, all the of worship That once adorned these fatal Was just a for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, ran a market way down in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked about great country But when the government it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground a big vintage John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing on my front drive on my roof poised at those Who didn't want me
'Cause they my taxes And my under threat I had a message and a megaphone And scream it to the death, yeah
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making fuel from sugar You got the bastards of the Afraid of that greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And be the last to recognize Where there's shit, always flies