Way in the year of 2017 The sun was growing And the oil was way it's peak When Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold flowing just like Boston tea
It was the of the riots And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Coopers Took the to the streets
But when the creed was down For no more and no more cars They cans of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and yell
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the family They them up for ransom Without disturbing high tea
But their get away was They stalled in the streets 'Cause you can't it very far When your tank is on
But the final can of gasoline was on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the aqueduct You see, all the of worship That once adorned these halls Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and yell
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, will be free, will 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 talked about this great But when the government it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the With a big John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my guard on my front drive Snipers on my roof poised at Who didn't want me
they audited my taxes And my family threat I had a message and a megaphone And scream it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, will be free, 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,
You got the farms in Making fuel from cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping that greed
'Cause the in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the last to there's shit, there's always flies