[Intro]
Rolling through the dawn, machines ignite,
Metal mountains, shining bright.
[Verse 1]
In the heart of the county, we make our way,
Scrap in the back, ready to pay.
Trucks are rolling, every day,
Turning the old into new, in the roughest way.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the engines roar, the clangs and the grind,
Grease-stained hands and a focused mind.
Scrap metal calling, it's our trade,
Building from the ruins, plans are made.
[Chorus]
We buy your scrap, send trucks out daily,
Cash in hand, never fail, never fail.
County's metal, the backbone, the may,
Turning old to gold, in every way.
[Bridge]
From rusty chains to shiny steel,
Every piece has a story to reveal.
Work and sweat, with a relentless zeal,
In this county, we make the deal.
[Outro]
So when you’ve got that scrap to spare,
Call us up, we’re always there.
Making pay, it's our game,
County metal, remember the name.