| Song | Soldier Jane |
| Artist | Beck |
| Album | The Information |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beck, Godrich | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Beck, Godrich | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Beck, Godrich | |
| 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 |