Gasoline

Way back in the year of 2017

The sun was growing hotter

And the oil was way beyond its peak

When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery

And the black gold started flowing

Just like Boston tea

It was the summer of the riots

And London suffered sweltering heat

And the gangs of Mini Coopers

Took the battle to the streets

But when the creed was handed down

For no more trucks and no more cars

They threw cans of petrol through the windows of Scotland Yard

And they yelled

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

When the Mounties stormed the palace of the Saudi family

They held them up for ransom

Without disturbing their high tea

But their getaway was shaky

They stalled in the Riyadh streets

'Cause you can't make it very far

When your tank is on empty

But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a truck

And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aquaduct

You see, all the majesty of worship that once adorned these fatal halls

Was just a target for the angry

As they blew up the Taj Mahal

And they yelled

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gasoline

It will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

My friend Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee

Where the farmers got together and talked about this great country

But when the government turned its back on the farmer

Man, what I hear is they dragged the pumps out of the ground

With a big vintage John Deere

Well, I have soldiers on my payroll

Standing guard on my front drive

Snipers on my roof poised at those who didn't want me alive

'Cause they audited my taxes

And my family under threat

'Cause I had a message and a megaphone

And I'll scream it to the death, yeah

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gasoline

Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, you got the farms in Argentina

Making fuel from sugar cane

You got the bastards under Washington

Afraid of popping that greed vain

'Cause the money's in the pipeline

And the pipeline's running dry

And we'll be the last to recognize

Where there is shit, there's always flies