Red Firecracker - The Jayhawks

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 owned

Two bullet-holes took the best

Suit he owns

Red firecracker, it don’t explode

There’s a picture in his mind passed down

And it feels like going home

Quick sand all around the man

Bad history

I suppose there’s a better way

To calm him down