text: 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
  Im 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, thats what it be
  Cold metal, from sea to sea
  Cold metal, its 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 Stooges tune
  Cold metal, its the father of beat
  The mother of the street
  Cold metal, it rolls on by
  Cold metal, gonna raise it high
  Cold metal, its gotta be
  Better save a tree
  Save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, save a tree
  Yeah