White Stripes lyrics
White Stripes lyrics
"The Big Three Killed My Baby lyrics"
Universe lyrics
Well I'd like to take you as I find you Imagine our clothes are on the floor Feel my caress so soft and gentle So delicate you cry for more But you
The big three killed my baby Well I'd like to take you as I find you Imagine our clothes are on the floor Feel my caress so soft and gentle So delicate you cry for more But you
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again
Their ideas made me want to spit
a hundred dollars goes down the pit
30,000 wheels are rollin'
and my stick shift hands are swollen
everything involved is shady
the big three killed my baby
("Get nothin' but a beat down!") Refrain 4x Punks jump up to get beat down! ("Get nothin' but a beat...") Sadat X:
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again
Why dont you take the day off and try to repair
a billion others dont seem to care
better ideas are stuck in the mud
the motors runnin' on tuckers blood
dont let them tell you the future's electric
Baby I'll Be Gone lyrics
You know I'm not the kind to ever make a fuss And you know that it's unfair, calling me jealous But when I called you up and then I heard his voice
cause gasolines not measured in metric You know I'm not the kind to ever make a fuss And you know that it's unfair, calling me jealous But when I called you up and then I heard his voice
30,000 wheels are spinnin'
and oil company faces are grinnin'
now my hands are turnin' red
and i found out my baby is dead
The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again
Well i've said it now, nothings
Buenos Aries lyrics
Get at 'em. There was a load bloody faries, In Buenos bloody Aries, With greasy hair and sweaty bums, They'd never heard of Bonningtons, It were a d
changed Get at 'em. There was a load bloody faries, In Buenos bloody Aries, With greasy hair and sweaty bums, They'd never heard of Bonningtons, It were a d
people are burnin for pocket change
and creative minds are lazy
and the big three killed my baby
And my baby's my common sense
so dont feed me planned obsolescence
yeah my baby's my common sense
so dont feed my planned obsolescence
im about to have another blowout
im about to have another blowout