Lyrics Lives of Clay - Jack Bruce, Robin Trower

Lives of Clay

Use that very precious thing
Till the life downwards lives of clay
Don’t have time to worry, ain’t got time to waist
Keep thinking about a future, wanna standing at the gate
It’s so hard, let it slip away
Use that very precious thing
Till the life downwards lives of clay
Foreign by the west side, prophecy wise man too
Town and cities drowning, they would not hear the truth
Hit by lightning, alone they need to pray
Use that very precious thing
Till the life downwards lives of clay
Head spinning around the questions, almost lose control
Did not count the blessings, give me dice one more row
Grow in skies, nothing left to say
Use that very precious thing
Till the life downwards lives of clay