Way back in the year of The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond peak When crazy Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started flowing just like tea
It was the of the riots And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Mini the battle to the streets
But when the creed was down For no trucks and no more cars threw cans of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties stormed the Of the family held them up for ransom Without disturbing their tea
But their get was shaky They stalled in the Riyadh you can't make 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 once adorned these halls Was a target for the angry As blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked about this country But when the turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll Standing on my front drive Snipers on my roof poised at Who want me alive
they audited my taxes And my family threat 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And I'll scream it to the death,
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, will be free, 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 in Argentina fuel from sugar cane You got the bastards of the of popping that greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And be the last to recognize Where shit, there's always flies