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 !@$(s 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 %#@! there's always flies