| The big three killed my baby
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| no money in my hand again
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| the big three killed my baby
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| nobody’s coming home again
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| Their ideas made me want to spit
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| a hundred dollars goes down the pit
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| 30,000 wheels are rollin'
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| and my stick shift hands are swollen
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| everything involved is shady
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| the big three killed my baby
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| The big three killed my baby
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| no money in my hand again
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| the big three killed my baby
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| nobody’s coming home again
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| Why dont you take the day off and try to repair
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| a billion others dont seem to care
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| better ideas are stuck in the mud
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| the motors runnin' on tuckers blood
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| dont let them tell you the future’s electric
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| cause gasolines not measured in metric
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| 30,000 wheels are spinnin'
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| and oil company faces are grinnin'
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| now my hands are turnin' red
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| and i found out my baby is dead
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| The big three killed my baby
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| no money in my hand again
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| the big three killed my baby
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| nobody’s coming home again
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| Well i’ve said it now, nothings changed
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| people are burnin for pocket change
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| and creative minds are lazy
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| and the big three killed my baby
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| And my baby’s my common sense
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| so dont feed me planned obsolescence
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| yeah my baby’s my common sense
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| so dont feed my planned obsolescence
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| im about to have another blowout
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| im about to have another blowout |