the big three killed my baby. no money in my hand again. the big three killed my baby. nobodys coming home again. their ideas make me wanna spit. a hundred dollars goes down the pit. thirty-thousand wheels a 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. nobodys comin home again. why dont cha 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. dont let 'em tell you the future's electric. cuz gasoline not measured in metric. thirty-thousand wheels a spinnin. and oil company faces are grinnin. and now my hand 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. nothings 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 dont think im puttin up some esense. and my baby's my common sense. yeah im about to have another blow up (2x). . . . . . .