Grace Under Fire

I've seen them run, I've seen them brokenI've seen them fold without a word even spokenOh, all it takes is a little fireWell, they watch your eyes, they learn your weaknessThey turn it up, and you knowThe lean is on, the lean is onOh, sooner or later, you're gonna catch heatThere's no use running awayEverything hurries to eat or be eaten, they sayOh, Papa was right, nothing rates higherThe coolest of cool is grace under fireBack in the shadows there's the law of the cityWork on the one who shows the first sign of pityI know, I knowWell, they knock on your door, and they call out your numberAnd your legs won't move, and you heart starts runningYou'll know, you'll knowOh, Papa was right, nothing rates higherThe coolest of cool is grace under fireYou've got to be the diamond, you've got to be the steelThe lucky have ice in their veins,They laugh at the devilAnd burn like a torch in the rainOh, The Jesus was cool, no one bet higherThe measure of heart is grace under fire