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They called him a her o
In the lan d of the fr ee
But he woul dn't shake my han d boy
He disapp ointed m e
So I got my han dgun
And I ble w him aw ay
That crit ter was a ba d guy
I had to make him pay
Yo u might fear for my rea son
I don't care what they sa y
Lo ok out baby it's the sea son
For the m ad masque rade
Put out the fi re
Pu t out the fi re!
P ut out the fir e
You need a wea pon like a hole in t he head
P ut out the fi re
P ut out the fi re!
P ut out the fi re
Don't believ e what your grandda ddy sai d
She was my lov er
It was a sh ame that she die d
But the co nstit ution
Is right on my si de
'Cause I cau ght my lo ver
In my neig hbor's be d
I got re tribu tion
Filled 'em a ll full of le ad
I've been to ld it's the fas hion
To le t me on the streets aga in
I t's nothing but a crime of pas sion
And I' m not to blame
P ut out the fi re
P ut out the fi re!
P ut out the fi re
You need a wea pon like a hole in the he ad
P ut out the fi re
P ut out the fi re!
P ut out the fi re
And let your so ns and your daughters sleep so und in their be ds
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You know a gu n never killed nob ody
Yo u can ask an yone
Pe ople get shot by pe ople
Peo ple with guns
Pu t out the fi re
Pu t out the fi re
You need a gu n like a hole in the he ad
Pu t out the fir e
Pu t out the fir e!
Pu t out the fi re
Just te ll me that old fashi oned gun law is dead
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