Cold Metal 歌词

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