Gasoline

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

[D]Everything you planted is [Am]gone to [C]wrought
[G]No one around to pull the little you got
[D]Four big wheels [Am]American [C]steel
[G]Pour gasoline on the killing field

March them soldiers down that line
March them boys in straight time
Good four boys like feel on the fire
Bad news comin down the eggbeat wire
Dance and turn til your fingers burn
What if anything did you earn?
Pain it tastes like a savage fire
The blood lust of the youth gone wild

Everything you planted is gone to wrought
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pour gasoline on the killing field

Everybody's sick there's a fever going round
Set it on fire, burn the whole thing down
Go somewhere, he's gona do time
Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound

Everything you planted is gone to wrought
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pour gasoline on the killing field
Pour gasoline on the killing field
Pour gasoline on the killing field