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Way back in the year of 2017
The sun was growing hotter
And oil was way beyond its peak
When crazy Hector Johnson broke into a refinery
And the black gold started flowing
Just like Boston tea

It was the summer of the riots
And London sat in 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 at Scotland Yard

Gasoline
Will be free, will be free
Gasoline
Will be free, will be free

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

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 to the angry
As they blew up the Taj Mahal

Gasoline
Will be free, will be free
Gasoline
will be free, will be free

Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee
Where all the farmers got together and talked about this great country
But when the government turned its back on farming
Man, what I hear
They dragged the pumps out of the ground
With a big vintage John Deere

I've got soldiers on my payroll
Standing guard on my front drive
Snipers on the roof poised at those
Who don't want me alive
Cause they audited my taxes
My family under threat
Cause I've got a message and a megaphone
And I'll scream it to the death

Gasoline
Will be free, will be free
Gasoline
Will be free, will be free

You got the farms in Argentina
Making fuel from sugar cane
You got the bastards in Washington
Afraid of popping the greed vain
Cause the money's in the pipeline
And pipeline's running dry
And we'll be the last to recognize
Where there's shit there's always flies
Way back in the year of 2017   The sun was growing hotter   And oil was way beyond its peak   When crazy Hector Johnson broke into a refinery   And the black gold started flowing   Just like Boston tea      It was the summer of the riots   And London sat in 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 at Scotland Yard      Gasoline   Will be free, will be free   Gasoline   Will be free, will be free      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      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 to the angry   As they blew up the Taj Mahal      Gasoline   Will be free, will be free   Gasoline   will be free, will be free      Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee   Where all the farmers got together and talked about this great country   But when the government turned its back on farming   Man, what I hear   They dragged the pumps out of the ground   With a big vintage John Deere      I've got soldiers on my payroll   Standing guard on my front drive   Snipers on the roof poised at those   Who don't want me alive   Cause they audited my taxes   My family under threat   Cause I've got a message and a megaphone   And I'll scream it to the death      Gasoline   Will be free, will be free   Gasoline   Will be free, will be free      You got the farms in Argentina   Making fuel from sugar cane   You got the bastards in Washington   Afraid of popping the greed vain   Cause the money's in the pipeline   And pipeline's running dry   And we'll be the last to recognize   Where there's shit there's always flies
 
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