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