From: Hot Space, 1982
Written by: Brian May
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They called him a hero
In the land of the free
But he wouldn't shake my hand
Boy, he dissapointed me
So I got my hand gun
And I blew him away
The 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 bullet like a hole in the head
Put out the fire
Put out the fire
Put out the fire
Don't believe what your granddaddy said
She was my lover
It's a shame that the died
But the constitution's right on my side
'Cause I caught my lover
In my neighbour's bed
I got retribution
Filled 'em 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
Put out the fire
And let your sons and your 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
Oooh yeay
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
Tell me that old-fashioned gun law
It's dead
