Cold as the Clay Songtext
von Greg Graffin

Whispers of ancient 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 a 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 a mine
Wasting away blood, sweat and grime
Panning for gold
Picking for dimes
Lying in wait for better times