Red Firecracker 歌词

his jaw crawed and tobacco dripped down his chin his face settled on the neon lights reflected in his face settled on the neon lights reflected in red firecracker it don't explode there's a picture in his mind passed down and it feels like going home calculates all the cash he makes at happy hour two bullet holes took the best suit he ownes two bullet holes took the best suit he ownes red firecracker it don't explode there's a picture in his mind passed down and it feels like going home quicksand all around the man that history I suppose there's a better way to calm him down