American Gas

Эдвард Крицкий
Gasoline is power that flows away
Gasoline is love that couldn't stay
Gasoline is truth of the world gone mad
Gasoline is what's hurting so bad

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Slot machine what the pump looks to me
Yet the numbers and I disagree,
Cannot win, it is somebody far
Who will pocket the dough from my jar

Drive to work for an hour or two
Who I work for you haven't a clue
Oil gangsters without a name
They're in the kitchen, my pocket and brain

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Gas is stuff, gas is juice, gas is air
It is eye of my joy and despair.
Open road on America's mind
Don't give up what is yours, what is mine


Gasoline oozes blood from my veins
Shackled wheels, empty tank what remains
I'm alive, but some roads are dead
Leaving me oh so mad, mad, mad

Bulls and bears, they buy buy buy
Politicians - they lie lie lie
Television's about bad news
Heya, buddy, can yer spare some juice?

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Gas addiction, you can't walk away
If you stay, you will pay pay and pay
Petrol drink, just no good for your health
Foreign pipe is siphoning our wealth

My America, gather your mind
You must do for good of mankind
Free yourself, as you did so before
Or you dreams will be dreams no more

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