Words and music by brian may
They called him a hero
in the land of the free
but he wouldn't shake my hand boy
he disappointed me
so i got my hand gun
and i blew him away
that critter was a bad guy
and i had to make him pay
You might fear for my reason
i don't care what they say
look out baby it's the season
for the mad masquerade
put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
oh you need a bullet like a hole in the head
put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
don't believe what your grand-daddy said
She was my lover
it was a shame that she died
but the constitution's right on my side
'cause i caught my lover in the neighbours bed
i got retribution
filled 'em all full of lead
I've been told it's the fashion
to let me on the streets again
it's nothing but a crime of passion
and i'm not to blame
put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
you need a weapon like a hole in the head
put out the fire put out the fire baby put out the fire
and let your sons and daughters sleep sound in their beds
You know a gun never killed nobody
you can ask anyone
people get shot by people
people with guns
put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
you need a gun like a hole in the head
put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
just tell me that old fashioned gun law is dead
Shoot shoot..