He. Ro. In. Killed my baby
Based off The #big #three #killed my #baby The #White #Stripes
Okay so someone else did 😂
The big three killed my baby
- He. Ro. In. Killed my baby No money in my hand again
- No money from my hand again The big three killed my baby
- He. Ro. In. Killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
- Junkies comin’ home again Their ideas made me want to spit
- Their desperate made me want to quit A hundred dollars goes down the pit
- A hundred dollars goes up in mist Thirty-thousand wheels are rollin'
- 100-thousand lives are stolen And my stick shift hands are swollen
- And their soul sick minds are broken Everything involved is shady
- Every thing involved is crazy The big three killed my baby
- He. Ro. In. Killed my baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The big three killed my baby
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He. Ro. In. Killed my baby No money in my hand again
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My money in their hand again The big three killed my baby
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He. Ro. In. Killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
- Junkies comin’ home again
Why don't you take the day off and try to repair?
- Why won’t you take the time off and try to repair? A billion others don't seem to care
- A million deaths don’t seem to scare Better ideas are stuck in the mud
- Lesser ideals are struck in the vein The motor's runnin' on trucker's blood loop
- The heartless dealin’ a fruitless pursuit Don't let them tell you the future's electric
- Won’t let me tell you the real predicament 'Cause gasoline's not measured in metric
- cause human costs are measured in metric
Thirty-thousand wheels are spinnin'
- 100-thousand brains are taken And oil company faces are grinnin'
- And rich progeny faces are skimming’ Now my hands are turnin' red
- Now my cheeks are turnin’ red And I found out my baby is dead
- Cause I found out your baby is dead
Yeah, yeah, yeah The big three killed my baby
- He. Ro. In. Killed my baby
No money in my hand again
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not my cash in your hand again The big three killed my baby
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He. Ro. In. Killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
- Addicted comin’ home again Well, I've said it now, nothing's changed
- Hell, I’ve laid it out, something’s changed People are burnin' for pocket change
- Human kind are begging’ for love not rage And creative minds are lazy
- Vegetative minds are hazy And the big three killed my baby
- Cause the He. Ro. In. Killed my baby Yeah, yeah, yeah
And my baby's my common sense
- And our baby’s our basic dreams So don't feed me planned obsolescence
- Soul death fed their planned adolescence
Yeah, my baby's my common sense
- Yeah, our babies have common dreams
So don't feed me planned obsolescence
- why don’t feed them planned omnipotence
I'm about to have another blowout, yeah
- I’m about to have another viral, hit I'm about to have another blowout
- I’m about to have another viral, hit
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