| Pop | |
| 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 | |
| I'm 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, that's what it be | |
| Cold metal, from sea 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 | |
| Sounds lovely like a hendrix tune | |
| Cold metal, it's the father of beat | |
| The 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, it's gotta be | |
| Better save a tree | |
| Save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, save a tree | |
| Yeah |