Greg Graffin - Cold As the Clay lyrics
[Greg Graffin - Cold As the Clay lyrics]
Whispers of ancients buried by dust
Echoes of ages in canyons of rust
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes
Lying in wait for better times
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done
Died with his soul
And the worklike routine is
So lonely and cold
Cold as the clay, dark as the mine
Wasting away, blood, sweat and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes
Lying in wait for better times
The land was converted, the river was moved
The village expanded, some say it's improved
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
Cold as the clay, dark as the mine
Wasting away, blood, sweat and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes
Lying in wait for better times
Echoes of ages in canyons of rust
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes
Lying in wait for better times
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done
Died with his soul
And the worklike routine is
So lonely and cold
Cold as the clay, dark as the mine
Wasting away, blood, sweat and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes
Lying in wait for better times
The land was converted, the river was moved
The village expanded, some say it's improved
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
Cold as the clay, dark as the mine
Wasting away, blood, sweat and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes
Lying in wait for better times