Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter 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 of the riots And sat in sweltering 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 yell
Gasoline 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 held up for ransom disturbing their high tea
But get away was shaky They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't make it 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 That once adorned fatal halls Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
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 Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee Where the farmers got And talked about this great But when the government turned back on farming Man, I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my poised 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 will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline 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 of the Washington of popping that greed vain
'Cause the money's in the And running dry And we'll be the last to Where there's shit, there's flies