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