• 标题:Gasoline
  • 歌手:Sheryl Crow
  • 专辑:Detours
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    Sheryl Crow - Gasoline


    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 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
    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

    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 the target for 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 the 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 didn'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 that greed vein
    'Cause the money's in the pipeline
    And the pipeline's running dry
    And we'll be the last to recognize
    Where there's shit there's always flie