[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Red firecracker, it don't explode
There's a picture in his mind passed down
And it feels like going home

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
Red firecracker, it don't explode
There's a picture in his mind passed down
And it feels like going home
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
Quick sand all around the man
Bad history
I suppose there's a better way
To calm him down