Way back in the year of The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond peak crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the of the riots And London sat in sweltering And the gangs of Mini Took the to the streets
But when the was handed down For no more trucks and no more threw cans of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the Saudi They held them up for Without disturbing their tea
But their get was shaky They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't it very far When tank is on empty
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 That once adorned these fatal Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a market way in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked about great country But the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage John
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my roof at those Who didn't me alive
they audited my taxes And my under 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 will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making fuel sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping that greed
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And be the last to recognize Where there's shit, there's flies