I flew United, guitar in hand,
A Taylor six-string, proudly made.
But baggage handlers didn’t understand
That “Fragile” means don’t throw, don’t break.
Now I’m sitting here with broken strings,
Three thousand miles from home.
They promised me so many things,
But left me on hold alone.
United breaks guitars,
United breaks guitars.
You broke my heart, you broke my art,
United breaks guitars.