The White Stripes: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.

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.

The big three killed my baby, no money in my hand again.
The big three killed my baby, nobody's coming 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!

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, nothing's 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 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, I'm about to have another blowout.