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