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I played tag in the auto graveyard
I looked up at the radio tower

Rag tent by the railroad tracks
Concrete poured over steel bridge
Pondered my fate

While they built the interstate

I'm a product of America

From the morgue to the prisons
Cold metal, when I start my band
Cold metal, in my garbage can

Cold metal, gets in my blood
And my attitude


Yeah, a huh

Threw my hide in an automobile

Heard a song called "Drive the wheel"
Truckers, trailers, tractors caught me workin'


This is the song of my heritage
From the bad to the Buddha
Cold metal, that's what it be

Cold metal, from sea to sea
Cold metal, it's how we win
And also how we sin

How we sin, how we sin, how we sin, how we sin

Cold metal, in the afternoon

Sounds lovely like a Hendrix tune
Cold metal, it's the father of beat
The mother of the street

Cold metal, it rolls on by
Cold metal, gonna raise it high
Cold metal, it'll even fly

Rust buckets in the sky
Cold metal, got to be
Skeleton of the free

Cold metal, it's gotta be
Better save a tree
Save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, save a tree

Yeah