uh 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
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