Cold As The Clay Lyrics - Cold As The Clay - Greg Graffin

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