Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector broke into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Mini the battle to the streets
But when the was handed down For no trucks and no more cars threw cans of petrol Through the windows of Scotland 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 mounties the palace Of the Saudi They held them up for disturbing their high tea
But get away was shaky They stalled in the Riyadh 'Cause you can't make it far your tank is on empty
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the aqueduct You see, all the of worship That once adorned fatal halls Was just a for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline 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, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked this great country But when the government turned it's back on Man, I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage John
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my poised at those Who didn't me alive
they audited my taxes And my family threat I had a message and a megaphone And I'll it to the death, yeah
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will 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 fuel from sugar cane You got the bastards of the Afraid of popping greed vain
'Cause the money's in the And running dry And we'll be the to recognize there's shit, there's always flies