Way back in the year of The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond peak When Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And sat in sweltering heat And the of Mini Coopers Took the battle to the
But when the creed was handed For no more trucks and no more They cans of petrol the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the family They held up for ransom disturbing their high tea
But their get away was They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't make it far When tank is on empty
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That once adorned these fatal Was a target for the angry As blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, 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 farmers got And talked about great country But when the turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing on my front drive Snipers on my roof at those Who want me alive
'Cause they audited my And my family under I had a message and a megaphone 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, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making fuel from cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of that greed vain
'Cause the money's in the And pipeline's dry And we'll be the to recognize there's shit, there's always flies