Way back in the of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way it's peak When Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started flowing just like tea
It was the of the riots And London sat in sweltering And the gangs of Mini Took the battle to the
But when the was handed down For no trucks and no more cars They threw of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the stormed the palace Of the Saudi held them up for ransom Without disturbing their tea
But get away was shaky stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't make it far When your is on empty
But the final can of was loaded on a truck And through the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the of worship That once adorned these halls Was just a target for the As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee Where the got together And talked about this great But when the government turned back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the a big vintage John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll guard on my front drive Snipers on my poised at those Who want me alive
'Cause they my taxes And my family under 'Cause I had a message and a And I'll scream it to the death,
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making fuel from sugar You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping that greed
the money's in the pipeline And running dry And we'll be the to recognize Where there's shit, there's flies