Way back in the of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector Johnson broke the refinery And the black gold started flowing just Boston tea
It was the of the riots And London sat in heat And the gangs of Coopers Took the battle to the
But when the creed was down For no trucks and no more cars They threw of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
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the mounties stormed the palace Of the Saudi held them up for ransom Without disturbing high tea
But get away was shaky They stalled in the Riyadh 'Cause you can't it very far When your tank is on
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a And driven through the 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 blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
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My friend, Gary ran a market way in Tennessee Where the farmers got And talked about great country But when the government turned it's back on Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing guard on my drive on my roof poised at those Who want me alive
'Cause audited my taxes And my family threat I had a message and a megaphone And scream it to the death, yeah
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You got the in Argentina Making fuel from sugar You got the bastards of the Afraid of popping that vain
the money's in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the last to Where there's shit, always flies