Текст песни White Stripes, The - The Big Three Killed My Baby
White Stripes, The - The Big Three Killed My Baby слова песни
the big three killed my babyno money in my hand againthe big three killed my babynobody`s coming home againtheir ideas made me want to spita hundred dollars goes down the pit30,000 wheels are rollin`and my stick shift hands are swolleneverything involved is shadythe big three killed my babyREPEAT 1 why dont you take the day off and try to repaira billion others dont seem to carebetter ideas are stuck in the mudthe motors runnin` on tuckers blooddont let them tell you the future`s electriccause gasolines not measured in metric30,000 wheels are spinnin`and oil company faces are grinnin`now my hands are turnin` redand i found out my baby is deadREPEAT 1well i`ve said it now, nothings changedpeople are burnin for pocket changeand creative minds are lazyand the big three killed my babyand my baby`s my common senseso dont feed me planned obsolescenceyeah my baby`s my common senseso dont feed my planned obsolescenceim about to have another blowoutim about to have another blowout