Way back in the year of 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 summer of the And London sat in sweltering And the of Mini Coopers the battle to the streets
But the creed was handed down For no more trucks and no cars They cans of petrol the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the stormed the palace Of the family They held them up for Without disturbing their tea
But their get was shaky They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't make it far When tank is on empty
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a And through the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the of worship That once adorned these fatal Was just a target for the As blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, 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
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a market way in Tennessee Where the got together And talked about this great But the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the out of the ground With a big vintage Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing guard on my front Snipers on my roof poised at Who didn't me alive
'Cause they my taxes And my under threat 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And I'll it to the death, yeah
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,
You got the farms in fuel from sugar cane You got the bastards of the Afraid of that greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And be the last to recognize Where there's shit, there's always