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
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
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 grandaddy 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 my neighbour's bed
I got a retribution, filled 'em all full of lead
I've been told it is 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 your daughters – sleep sound in there 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
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…
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
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
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 grandaddy 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 my neighbour's bed
I got a retribution, filled 'em all full of lead
I've been told it is 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 your daughters – sleep sound in there 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
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…
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