Way back in the of 2017 The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector Johnson into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the of the riots And London sat in sweltering And the gangs of Mini the battle to the streets
But the creed was handed down For no more trucks and no more threw cans of petrol Through the of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
When the stormed the palace Of the Saudi They them up for ransom Without disturbing their tea
But their get was shaky They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't it very far When your tank is on
But the final can of was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the aqueduct You see, all the of worship That adorned these fatal halls Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and yell
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee Where the got together And talked this great country But when the turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is dragged the pumps out of the ground a big vintage John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing on my front drive Snipers on my poised at those Who want me alive
'Cause they my taxes And my family under I had a message and a megaphone And scream it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, 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
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making from sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of that greed vain
the money's in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And be the last to recognize there's shit, there's always flies