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PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Deacon
John Deacon
Bass Guitar
Brian May
Brian May
Background Vocals
Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury
Lead Vocals
Roger Taylor
Roger Taylor
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian May
Brian May
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Queen
Queen
Producer
Mack
Mack
Producer

Lyrics

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 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 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 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 Oh yeah 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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