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 Stooges 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'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
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Cold Metal
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| Sugar Ray |
