Way in the year of 2017 The sun was growing And the oil was way it's peak crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the gold started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And sat in sweltering heat And the of Mini Coopers the battle to the streets
But when the creed was down For no more and no more cars They cans of petrol Through the windows of Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the family They held them up for Without their high tea
But their get away was They stalled in the Riyadh 'Cause you can't make it far When your tank is on
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the aqueduct You see, all the of worship That once adorned these fatal Was just a for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will 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,
My friend, Gary ran a market way down in Where the farmers got And talked this great country But when the government turned it's back on Man, what I hear, is they dragged the out of the ground With a big vintage Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my guard on my front drive Snipers on my poised at those Who didn't want me
'Cause audited my taxes And my family threat 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And I'll scream it to the death,
Gasoline 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, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making fuel sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of that greed vain
the money's in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the last to there's shit, there's always flies