Way in the year of 2017 The sun was growing And the oil was way it's peak crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started flowing just like tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in sweltering And the of Mini Coopers the battle to the streets
But the creed was handed down For no more trucks and no more They cans of petrol the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the stormed the palace Of the family They held them up for disturbing their high tea
But get away was shaky stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you make it very far When your tank is on
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 for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
will be free, will 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, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee Where the got together And about this great country But the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the With a big vintage John
Well, I had soldiers on my guard on my front drive Snipers on my roof at those Who want me alive
'Cause they audited my And my under threat 'Cause I had a message and a And I'll scream it to the death,
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah 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
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making fuel sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And we'll be the last to Where there's shit, there's flies