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 pa**ion 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 k**ed 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..