I played tag in the auto graveyard
I looked up at the radio tower
The 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 walls to the prison
Cold metal, when I start my band
Cold metal in my garbage can
Cold metal gets in my blood and my attitude
Threw my hide in an automobile
Heard a song called 'Drive The Wheel'
Truckers, trailers, tractors
Caught me working
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, cold metal
'Drix tune
Father of beat
Cold metal, cold metal
Cold metal, in the afternoon
Sounds lovely like a Hendrix tune
Cold metal, it's the father of beat
The mother of the street
(Father of beat)
Cold metal, it rolls on by
Cold metal, gonna raise it high
Cold metal, it'll even fly
(Cold metal)
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