Way back in the year of The sun was growing 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 sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Mini Took the battle to the
But when the creed was down For no more trucks and no more They cans of petrol Through the windows of Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
When the stormed the palace Of the family They them up for ransom Without disturbing their tea
But their get away was stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't it very far When your tank is on
But the final can of was loaded on a truck And through the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That once adorned fatal halls Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and yell
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 will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, ran a market way down in Tennessee Where the got together And talked about this country But the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing guard on my front Snipers on my roof at those Who didn't want me
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 be free, will 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 Making from sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping greed vain
the money's in the pipeline And running dry And be the last to recognize Where shit, there's always flies