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 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 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 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..