Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond peak When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the And the black started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Coopers Took the to the streets
But when the creed was down For no more trucks and no more They threw of petrol the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the Saudi They them up for ransom Without disturbing high tea
But their get was shaky They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't make it far When tank is on empty
But the final can of gasoline was on a truck And driven the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That adorned these fatal halls Was just a for the angry As they up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah 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,
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 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 on my payroll Standing on my front drive Snipers on my poised at those Who didn't want me
'Cause they my taxes And my under threat I had a message and a megaphone And scream it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, will be free, will 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,
You got the farms in Making from sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping that greed
the money's in the pipeline And running dry And be the last to recognize there's shit, there's always flies