Testo Metal Man

Silver city slithering away
In the golden hour of the day
Found in every county of the state
Metal Man beneath the hand of fate

Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do
Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do
Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do

Driven by a higher call than fame
Here to leave a hook inside your brain
Rising cloud of dust left in his wake
A mirage of backcountry USA

Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do
Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do
Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do
Do what you gotta do, do what you gotta do