Left, right, left right left

Pack 'em up Charlie, gonna leave this place
Turn our shoulders to the empty space
It don't matter if you're gone today
Long as everybody stay away
Rich is rich and poor is poor
And the money you had ain't good no more
Wait in a line, wait in a line
Hey mister, can I buy a little time?

Everything you planted has gone to rot
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels, American steel
Pourin' gasoline on the killing field

March them soldiers down that line
March them boys in straight time
Good for boys like feelin' fire
Bad news comin' down the AP wire
Taciturn til your fingers burn
What, if anything, did you earn?
Pain it tastes like a satisfier
The blood lust of the youth gone wild

Everything you planted has gone to rot
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels, American steel
Pourin' gasoline on the killing field

Everybody's sick, there's a fever going around
Set it on fire and burn the whole thing down
Go somewhere, start a new town
Where no-one has to hear that terrible sound

Everything you planted has gone to rot
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels, American steel
Pourin' gasoline on the killing field
Pourin' gasoline on the killing field
Pourin' gasoline on the killing field


Lyrics submitted by kmuller09, edited by outofprfct, ericacmiller, artenet

Gasoline song meanings
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