Way back in the year of The sun was hotter And the oil was way it's peak When Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started 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 was handed down For no more trucks and no more They threw of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
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the mounties stormed the palace Of the Saudi They held them up for disturbing their high tea
But their get away was They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't make it far When tank is on empty
But the final can of was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of to the palace aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That adorned these fatal halls Was just a target for the As blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, ran a market way down in Tennessee Where the got together And talked about great country But when the turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage Deere
Well, I had on my payroll guard on my front drive Snipers on my poised at those Who didn't me alive
they audited my taxes And my family under 'Cause I had a message and a And scream it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline 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 in Argentina Making fuel from cane You got the of the Washington of popping that greed vain
'Cause the money's in the And pipeline's dry And we'll be the to recognize there's shit, there's always flies