(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 pa**ed 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