Get out of the fire It's nice to see you close your eyes March for days Among the wicked and the spiritualized You dream like a child You sleep like the dead With a sword by your side On a dirt floor bed Smell of fear On your baby's breath Like an innocent child Like an angel of death But I hear the click Of your ruby boots And there's no place like home To hide from the truth A sack full of hearts soaked in gin Sack full of hearts, the enemy within Sack full of hearts cleansed our sins Courage of a lion with a sack full of hearts Cross-dressed man With a kidney rope Eyes full of hate And a head full of dope But you give your soul To the rebel cause To be raised among wolves Is to die in their jaws A sack full of hearts soaked in gin Sack full of hearts, the enemy within Sack full of hearts cleansed our sin Courage of a lion with a sack full of hearts