Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond peak When crazy Hector Johnson broke the refinery And the black gold started flowing just like tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in heat And the gangs of Mini Took the battle to the
But when the creed was down For no more and no more cars threw cans of petrol Through the of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
When the stormed the palace Of the family held them up for ransom Without their high tea
But their get away was They in the Riyadh streets you can't make it very far When tank is on empty
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That once these fatal halls Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, will 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, 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 dragged the out of the ground With a big vintage John
Well, I had soldiers on my guard on my front drive Snipers on my roof at those Who didn't me alive
'Cause audited my taxes And my under threat 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And scream it to the death, yeah
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making fuel sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping that greed
'Cause the in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the to recognize Where there's shit, there's flies