Gasoline

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Way back in the year of 2017 The sun was growing hotter And the oil was way beyond its peak When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started flowing Just like Boston tea It was the summer of the riots And London suffered sweltering heat And the gangs of Mini Coopers Took the battle to the streets But when the creed was handed down For no more trucks and no more cars They threw cans of petrol through the windows of Scotland Yard And they yelled [Chorus] Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] When the Mounties stormed the palace of the Saudi family They held them up for ransom Without disturbing their high tea But their getaway was shaky They stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't make it very far When your tank is on empty But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aquaduct You see, all the majesty of worship that once adorned these fatal halls Was just a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal And they yelled [Chorus] Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline It will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3] My friend Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee Where the farmers got together and talked about this great country But when the government turned its back on the farmer Man, what I hear is they dragged the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage John Deere Well, I have soldiers on my payroll Standing guard on my front drive Snipers on my roof poised at those who didn't want me alive 'Cause they audited my taxes And my family under threat 'Cause I had a message and a megaphone And I'll scream it to the death, yeah [Chorus] Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 4] Oh, you got the farms in Argentina Making fuel from sugar cane You got the bastards under Washington Afraid of popping that greed vain 'Cause the money's in the pipeline And the pipeline's running dry And we'll be the last to recognize Where there is shit, there's always flies