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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