Scrapheap Savage (Junkyard Dog)

Rust in my veins, metal in my lungs,

Ride through the wasteland where the weak get hung.

Ain’t no mercy in this scrapyard maze,

Every bark’s a bullet, every bite’s a blaze.

Call me Junkyard Dog, bitch, I chew through steel,

Every wreck you drive, I turn your wheels unreal.

Teeth sharp like shrapnel, bite down, it’s done,

I don’t fight fair — I fight to have fun.

Oil-stained knuckles, gasoline sweat,

Dragging your corpse through a chain-link net.

Heap of engines, pile of bones,

This scrapyard kingdom’s my killing zone.

I weld up nightmares, drive a monster machine,

Rust bucket rage painted black and mean.

Cannons in the grill, missiles in the spine,

One bark — boom — you ain’t crossing that line.

Your chrome looks pretty, mine looks like hell,

Difference is mine’ll ring your funeral bell.

Dogs don’t beg, dogs don’t plead,

Dogs rip throats when they smell that need.

Scrapheap savage, barking through flames,

Metal in my teeth and death in my veins.

Claws dig deep, tearing frames apart,

Every kill’s a chew toy, every scream’s art.

You hear rattling chains before the headlights hit,

A junkyard anthem — apocalypse spit.

I don’t chase cars, I chase weak-ass souls,

Drag ‘em through gravel till the asphalt’s cold.

Blood in the gears, rust on the blade,

This is a slaughterhouse Calypso made.

But me? I thrive, it’s my perfect cage,

I was born feral in a twisted rage.

Dog tags clinking, a soldier gone rabid,

Death’s my leash, and I tug it savage.

Fangs bite tires, I cripple your ride,

Rip out your axle, leave your guts inside.

Hood cracked open, wires exposed,

I sniff out weakness, then feast till it blows.

You pray for mercy, but I just laugh,

Every “woof” a warpath, every growl a blast.

Scrapheap savage, barking through flames,

Metal in my teeth and death in my veins.

Claws dig deep, tearing frames apart,

Every kill’s a chew toy, every scream’s art.

The junkyard echoes with the bones I stacked,

All the fools who thought this dog’s heart lacked.

But my heart’s a piston, my soul’s a chain,

Every rev’s a curse, every crash — your pain.

I sniff your fear through the smoke and sparks,

Another carcass left feeding the dark.

Twisted Metal’s home for the rabid and damned,

And Junkyard Dog’s the one who stands.

So call me a beast, call me unchained,

Call me the hound that can’t be tamed.

Scraps to a feast, your flesh to a meal,

This junkyard mutt only hunts to kill.

Scrapheap savage, barking through flames,

Metal in my teeth and death in my veins.

Claws dig deep, tearing frames apart,

Every kill’s a chew toy, every scream’s art.

Bow to the Dog or get torn apart,

Pet the wrong beast — and I’ll eat your heart.