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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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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 don't you take the day off and try to repair |
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A billion others don't 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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Don't 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 don't feed me planned obsolescence |
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Yeah my baby's my common sense |
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So don't feed my planned obsolescence |
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I'm about to have another blowout |
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I'm about to have another blowout |
