Gray grits

**(Verse 1)**

Scrapping's the game, dealing's the play,

Same dirty coin, at the end of the day.

Copper Bandit they call me, a name earned in grime,

Stealing, stripping, burning, killing time.

**(Hook)**

Take it to the yard, the scales weigh low,

Pay for the sweat, the fire's afterglow.

Copper's my king, the rust my throne,

This bandit's life, I live alone.

**(Verse 2)**

Wires like veins, I cut 'em clean,

Engines coughin', a metallic scene.

Burnin' the plastic, black smoke high,

Another haul ready, beneath the scrap yard sky.

**(Hook)**

Take it to the yard, the scales weigh low,

Pay for the sweat, the fire's afterglow.

Copper's my king, the rust my throne,

This bandit's life, I live alone.

**(Bridge)**

They whisper my name, in shadows and dust,

A legend of metal, built on broken trust.

But the copper calls, a siren's sweet song,

Where I belong, where I've belonged all along.

**(Outro)**

Pack it, stack it, haul it away,

Another day's work, in the copper's gray.

Copper Bandit fades, in the yard's dim light,

Another score claimed, in the dead of night.