Cold Metal

I played tag in the auto graveyard
I looked up at the radio tower
Grabbed tit by the railroad tracks
Concrete poured over steel grids
Pondered my fate
While they built the interstate

I'm a product of America
From the walls to the prisons
Cold metal, when I start my van
Cold metal, in my garbage can
Cold metal gets in my food
And my attitude

Yeah, a huh

Grew my height in a home mobile
Heard a song called "The Driv'-in Wheel"
Truckers, trailers, tractors caught me workin'

This is the song of my heritage
From the bad to the brutal
Cold metal, that's what it be
Cold metal, from see 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
Shines lovely like a Hendrix tune
Cold metal, it's the father of heat
And 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, got to be
Better save a tree
Save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, save a tree