Way back in the of 2017 The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond peak When crazy Hector broke into the refinery And the black gold started flowing like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in sweltering And the gangs of Coopers the battle to the streets
But when the creed was handed For no more trucks and no more threw cans of petrol Through the windows of Yard 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 stormed the Of the family They them up for ransom disturbing their high tea
But their get away was They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you make it very far your tank is on empty
But the final can of gasoline was on a truck And driven through the streets of to the palace aqueduct You see, all the of worship That adorned these fatal halls Was just a for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, ran a market way down in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked about this country But the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is dragged the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage John
Well, I had soldiers on my guard on my front drive Snipers on my roof at those Who didn't me alive
'Cause they my taxes And my family under 'Cause I had a message and a And I'll it to the death, yeah
will 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, Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making from sugar cane You got the bastards of the Afraid of that greed vain
the money's in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the to recognize Where there's shit, there's always