Soldier Jane
GODRICH, HANSEN
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 her 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 in the room
Knives, they take the poison from the wound
Cars, they drive us down into the ruins
We 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
Throw it away