Cold Metal - Iggy Pop

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 Stooges 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’s gotta be

Better save a tree

Save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, save a tree

Yeah