(Louris, Olson) Gunflint Music BMI
His jaw crawd and tobacco driped
Down his chin
His face settled on the neon lights
Reflected in
His face settled on the neon lights
Reflected in
[Chorus]
Red firecracker, don't explode
There is 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 owned
Two bullet-holes took the best
Suit he owned
[Chorus]
Quick sand all around the man
Bad history
I suppose, there is a better way
To calm him down
Writer(s): Gary Louris, Mark Olson
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