"Gasoline" lyrics - SHOVELS & ROPE

[Intro:]
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
Waitin' in line, waitin' in line
Hey mister, can I buy a little time?

[Chorus:]
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
Put more boys like fuel on the fire
Bad news comin' down the AP wire
Taciturn 'til your fingers burn
What, if anything, did you earn?
Ain't a taste that can satisfy
The bloodlust of the youth gone wild

[Chorus:]
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

[Bridge:]
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

[Chorus:]
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