Way back in the year of 2017 The sun was growing hotter And the oil was way beyond it's 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 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 of Scotland Yard and they yell 'Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah' When the mounties stormed the palace Of the Saudi family They held them up for ransom Without disturbing their high tea But their get away 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 aqueduct 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 yell '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' Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage John Deere Well, I had 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 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah You got the farms in Argentina Making fuel from sugar cane You got the bastards of the Washington Afraid of popping that 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 © CYRILLIC SOUP; OLD CROW MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com