Recoil

Would you hang when there's a hung jury? Would you freeze in justice's snow flurry, hey? It's so quiet here That you can hear a mouse pissing on cotton Back and forth your father says, "Recoil" Snakeskin stripes never back up from the soil Back and forth your father says, "Recoil" Frontier lies pistol whipped Married to the will-o'-the-wisp, tumble wasted We pass torch into a flames of folklore To the apoptosis of the sun What did I do wrong, what did I do wrong? Did I do wrong? Back and forth your father says, "Recoil" Snakeskin stripes never back up from the soil Back and forth your father says, "Recoil" Give our gangstеrs their reflectivе glow Show us where the stupid people go Recoil