White Stripes lyrics
White Stripes lyrics
"The Big Three Killed My Baby lyrics"
Wc-anka lyrics
Wc-Anka - Tjena grannen! Testat nya Wc-Anka eller? - N?? - Du har vart p? toa, det luktar skit. Det blir, fr?scht! - Aha! F?r n?r du vart
The big three killed my baby Wc-Anka - Tjena grannen! Testat nya Wc-Anka eller? - N?? - Du har vart p? toa, det luktar skit. Det blir, fr?scht! - Aha! F?r n?r du vart
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
Link it to the world Link it to yourself Stretch it like a birth squeeze The love for what you hide The bitterness inside Is growing like the new born
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
Tried By 12 lyrics
Don't say sticks and stones They might break your bones But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome I'm talkin about the toe-taggin Huh, the body-
cause gasolines not measured in metric Don't say sticks and stones They might break your bones But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome I'm talkin about the toe-taggin Huh, the body-
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
Come Together lyrics
Here come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly He got jew jew eyeballs He want holy rollers He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker He just
changed Here come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly He got jew jew eyeballs He want holy rollers He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker He just
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