| I played tag in the auto graveyard
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| I looked up at the radio tower
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| Rag tent by the railroad tracks
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| Concrete poured over steel bridge
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| Pondered my fate
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| While they built the interstate
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| I’m a product of America
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| From the morgue to the prisons
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| Cold metal, when I start my band
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| Cold metal, in my garbage can
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| Cold metal, gets in my blood
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| And my attitude
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| Yeah, a huh
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| Threw my hide in an automobile
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| Heard a song called «Drive the wheel»
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| Truckers, trailers, tractors caught me workin'
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| This is the song of my heritage
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| From the bad to the Buddha
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| Cold metal, that’s what it be
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| Cold metal, from sea to sea
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| Cold metal, it’s how we win
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| And also how we sin
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| How we sin, how we sin, how we sin, how we sin
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| Cold metal, in the afternoon
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| Sounds lovely like a Hendrix tune
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| Cold metal, it’s the father of beat
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| The mother of the street
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| Cold metal, it rolls on by
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| Cold metal, gonna raise it high
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| Cold metal, it’ll even fly
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| Rust buckets in the sky
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| Cold metal, got to be
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| Skeleton of the free
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| Cold metal, it’s gotta be
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| Better save a tree
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| Save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, save a tree
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| Yeah |