Greg Graffin - Cold as they 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 sk**s 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