Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond peak When crazy Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the of the riots And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Coopers the battle to the streets
But when the creed was handed For no more trucks and no more They threw of petrol Through the windows of Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the family held them up for ransom Without disturbing their tea
But their get was shaky They in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you make it very far your tank is on empty
But the final can of was loaded on a truck And driven through the of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That once these fatal halls Was just a target for the As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
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 Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee Where the got together And talked about this great But when the government it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground a big vintage John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my roof at those Who want me alive
they audited my taxes And my under threat 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And I'll it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina fuel from sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of that greed vain
the money's in the pipeline And running dry And be the last to recognize Where there's shit, always flies