| | % | 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 handgun 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 weapon 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 was a shame that she died But the constitution Is right on my side 'Cause I caught my lover In my neighbor's 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! 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 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 |  | % | % | % | |  | % | % | % |