You got the farms in Argentina
You got the bastards of the Washington
And London sat in sweltering heat
But when the creed was handed down
It was the summer of the riots
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
For no more trucks and no more cars
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When the mounties stormed the palace
When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery
Making fuel from sugar cane
As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Without disturbing their high tea
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a truck
“Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause you can't make it very far
And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct
Took the battle to the streets
But their get away was shaky
And my family under threat
Of the Saudi family
Afraid of popping that greed vain
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah”
And pipeline's running dry
They held them up for ransom
Yeah, yeah, yeah
“Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'll scream it to the death, yeah
That once adorned these fatal halls
Who didn't want me alive
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
And we'll be the last to recognize
And the oil was way beyond it's peak
And the gangs of Mini Coopers
'Cause I had a message and a megaphone
Was just a target for the angry
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause the money's in the pipeline
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the black gold started flowing just like Boston tea
Snipers on my roof poised at those
They threw cans of petrol
'Cause they audited my taxes
With a big vintage John Deere
Where the farmers got together
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Standing guard on my front drive
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And talked about this great country
You see, all the majesty of worship
Well, I had soldiers on my payroll
When your tank is on empty
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
But when the government turned it's back on farming
They stalled in the Riyadh streets
Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My friend, Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee
Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground
