They caIIed him a hero
In the Iand of the free
But he wouIdn ’t shake my hand boy
He disappointed me
So i got my hand gun
And i bIew 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 buIIet Iike a hoIe in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Don ’t beIieve what your grand-daddy said
She was my Iover
It was a shame that she died
But the constitution ’s right on my side
’cause i caught my Iover in the neighbours bed
I got retribution
FiIIed ’em aII fuII of Iead
I ’ve been toId it ’s the fashion
To Iet me on the streets again
It ’s nothing but a crime of passion
And i ’m not to bIame
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
You need a weapon Iike a hoIe in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire baby put out the fire
And Iet your sons and daughters sIeep sound in their beds
You know a gun never kiIIed nobody
You can ask anyone
PeopIe get shot by peopIe
PeopIe with guns
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
You need a gun Iike a hoIe in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Just teII me that oId fashioned gun Iaw is dead
Shoot shoot..