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Название: Gasoline
Исполнитель: Sheryl Crow
Альбом: Detours
Год: 2008
Язык: Английский

(feat. Ben Harper) 
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 bastards 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 shit there's always flies