[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Gasoline
Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gasoline
Will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 4]
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