Beck. The Information. Soldier Jane. Zeneszám

Nobody cares what dress she wears at all
Tattered rags and paper bags, and all
She's the one sleeping in the dirt
Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt

Lovers drag their canes across the gates
Gamblers like candles for the dice
No one wake her up, she's sleeping still
So put a candle on the window sill

Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Take your heart out of the shell
Take your heart out of the shell
Throw it away

Stars, they strike the darkness from the room
Knives, they take the poison from the wound
'Cause they drag us down into the ruins
Sleep our cares away and dirty boots

Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Take your heart out of the shell
Take your heart out of the shell
Don't be afraid