Cold As The Clay - Greg Graffin
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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 enoughCold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, lying in wait for better timesThe 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 coldCold as the clay, dark as the mine,
Wasting away, blood, sweat and grime,
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, lying in wait for better timesThe land was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a grim attitudeCold 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
Songwriters
GRAFFIN, GREGPublished by
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