Way in the year of 2017 The sun was growing And the oil was way it's peak When crazy Hector Johnson into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in sweltering And the of Mini Coopers the battle to the streets
But when the creed was handed For no more and no more cars They threw of petrol Through the of Scotland Yard and they yell
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 Saudi held them up for ransom Without their high tea
But get away was shaky stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you make it very far your tank is on empty
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace You see, all the of worship That once these fatal halls Was a target for the angry As they 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 will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a market way down in Where the got together And about this great country But when the turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the a big vintage John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my guard on my front drive Snipers on my poised at those Who didn't want me
'Cause audited my taxes And my family threat I had a message and a megaphone And I'll it to the death, 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 Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making fuel from sugar You got the bastards of the Afraid of that greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And we'll be the to recognize there's shit, there's always flies