The Big Three Killed My Baby — текст песни (The White Stripes)

The big three killed my baby

no money in my hand again

the big three killed my baby

nobody`s coming home again



Their ideas made me want to spit

a hundred dollars goes down the pit

30,000 wheels are rollin`

and my stick shift hands are swollen

everything involved is shady

the big three killed my baby



The big three killed my baby

no money in my hand again

the big three killed my baby

nobody`s coming home again



Why dont you take the day off and try to repair

a billion others dont seem to care

better ideas are stuck in the mud

the motors runnin` on tuckers blood

dont let them tell you the future`s electric

cause gasolines not measured in metric

30,000 wheels are spinnin`

and oil company faces are grinnin`

now my hands are turnin` red

and i found out my baby is dead



The big three killed my baby

no money in my hand again

the big three killed my baby

nobody`s coming home again



Well i`ve said it now, nothings changed

people are burnin for pocket change

and creative minds are lazy

and the big three killed my baby



And my baby`s my common sense

so dont feed me planned obsolescence

yeah my baby`s my common sense

so dont feed my planned obsolescence

im about to have another blowout

im about to have another blowout