Cold As The Clay lyrics
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Artist: Greg Graffin Album: 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
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