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 trucker'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