The Big Three Killed My Baby - The White Stripes

The Big Three killed my baby

No money in my hand again

The Big Three killed my baby

Nobody's comin' home again

Their ideas made me want to spit

A hundred dollars goes down the pit

Thirty-thousand wheels are rollin'

And my stick shift hands are swollen

Everything involved is shady

The Big Three killed my baby

Yeah-yeah, yeah

The Big Three killed my baby

No money in my hand again

The Big Three killed my baby

Nobody's comin' home again

Why don't you take the day off and try to repair?

A billion others don't seem to care

Better ideas are stuck in the mud

The motor's runnin' on Tucker's blood

Don't let them tell you the future's electric

'Cause gasoline's not measured in metric

Thirty-thousand wheels are spinnin'

And oil company faces are grinnin'

Now my hands are turnin' red

And I found out my baby is dead

Yeah-yeah, yeah

The Big Three killed my baby

No money in my hand again

The Big Three killed my baby

Nobody's comin' home again

Well, I've said it now, nothing's changed

People are burnin' for pocket change

And creative minds are lazy

And The Big Three killed my baby

Yeah-yeah, yeah

And my baby's my common sense

So don't feed me planned obsolescence

Yeah, my baby's my common sense

So don't feed me planned obsolescence

I'm about to have another blowout, yeah

I'm about to have another blowout