Way back in the of 2017 The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector broke into the refinery And the black gold started flowing just like 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 creed was handed For no more trucks and no more They threw cans of Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
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When the stormed the palace Of the Saudi They them up for ransom Without their high tea
But their get away was stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't it very far When your is on empty
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace You see, all the of worship That adorned these fatal halls Was just a target for the As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
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My friend, Gary ran a market way in Tennessee the farmers got together And about this great country But when the government turned back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the With a big John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll guard on my front drive Snipers on my roof poised at Who didn't want me
'Cause they audited my And my under threat 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And I'll scream it to the death,
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Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making fuel from sugar 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 to recognize Where there's shit, always flies