Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way it's peak When crazy Hector Johnson broke the refinery And the black started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Mini Took the to the streets
But when the creed was handed For no more and no more cars They threw of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the family They held up for ransom disturbing their high tea
But get away was shaky stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't it very far your tank is on empty
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a And driven the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the of worship once adorned these fatal halls Was just a target for the As they up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, 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 Where the farmers got And talked about this great But when the turned 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
they audited my taxes And my family under 'Cause I had a message and a And I'll scream it to the death,
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, 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,
You got the farms in Making fuel sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping greed vain
the money's in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the to recognize Where there's shit, there's always