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Pop |
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Uh |
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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 |
