Gasoline

Way back in the year of 2017The sun was growing hotterAnd oil was way beyond its peakWhen crazy Hector Johnson broke into a refineryAnd the black gold started flowingJust like Boston teaIt was the summer of the riotsAnd London sat in sweltering heatAnd the gangs of Mini CoopersTook the battle to the streetsBut when the creed was handed downFor no more trucks and no more carsThey threw cans of petrol through the windows at Scotland YardGasolineWill be free, will be freeGasolineWill be free, will be freeWhen the Mounties stormed the palace of the Saudi familyThey held them up for ransomWithout disturbing their high teaBut their getaway was shakyThey stalled in the Riyadh streetsCause you can't make it very farWhen your tank is on emptyThe final can of gasoline was loaded on a truckAnd driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aquaductYou see, all the majesty of worship that once adorned these fatal hallsWas just a target to the angryAs they blew up the Taj MahalGasolineWill be free, will be freeGasolinewill be free, will be freeGary ran a market way down in TennesseeWhere all the farmers got together and talked about this great countryBut when the government turned its back on farmingMan, what I hearThey dragged the pumps out of the groundWith a big vintage John DeereI've got soldiers on my payrollStanding guard on my front driveSnipers on the roof poised at thoseWho don't want me aliveCause they audited my taxesMy family under threatCause I've got a message and a megaphoneAnd I'll scream it to the deathGasolineWill be free, will be freeGasolineWill be free, will be freeYou got the farms in ArgentinaMaking fuel from sugar caneYou got the bastards in WashingtonAfraid of popping the greed vainCause the money's in the pipelineAnd pipeline's running dryAnd we'll be the last to recognizeWhere there's shit there's always flies