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