Texty: Beck. The Information. Soldier Jane.

No one 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 light candles for the days
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
Don't throw it away

Stars, they strike the darkness in the room
Knives, they take the poison from the wound
Cars, they drive us down into the ruins
And sweep our cares away with dirty brooms

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