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
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
windows
washington
vintage
under
turned
handed
angry
guard
where
great
ground
refinery
truck
getaway
gasoline
gangs
front
ransom
flies
together
saudi
final
government
mounties
deere
majesty
target
farms
flowing
halls
aqueduct
beyond
sweltering
fatal
sugar
drive
petrol
poised
dragged
disturbing
argentina
alive
about
black
without
message
started
snipers
always
trucks
growing
standing
audited
hector
country
megaphone
driven
greed
taxes
battle
boston
riots
adorned
cause
pipeline
coopers
market
family
pumps
threw
bastards
creed
broke
death
farming
hotter
popping
summer
johnson
riyadh
these
through
loaded
making
money
palace
payroll
recognize
running
worship
scotland
threat
scream
london
farmers
afraid
shaky
soldiers
stalled
stormed
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