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
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Quick sand all around the man Bad history I suppose, there is a better way To calm him down Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |