| Lyrics: | I've seen them run, I've seen them broken
I've seen them fold without a word even spoken
Oh, all it takes is a little fire
Well, they watch your eyes, they learn your weakness
They turn it up, and you know
The lean is on, the lean is on
Oh, sooner or later,
you're gonna catch heat
There's no use running away
Everything hurries to eat or be
eaten, they say
Oh, Papa was right, nothing rates higher
The coolest of cool is
grace under fire
Back in the shadows there's the law of the city
Work on the one
who shows the first sign of pity
I know, I know
Well, they knock on your door, and they
call out your number
And your legs won't move, and you heart starts running
You'll know,
you'll know
Oh, Papa was right, nothing rates higher
The coolest of cool is grace
under fire
You've got to be the diamond, you've got to be the steel
The lucky
have ice in their veins,
They laugh at the devil
And burn like a torch in the
rain
Oh, The Jesus was cool, no one bet higher
The measure of heart is grace under
fire |
