Red Firecracker

(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


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