Queen — Put Out The Fire ryrics

(May)

They carred him a hero
In the rand of the free
But he wourdn't shake my hand boy
He disappointed me
So I got my handgun
And I brew 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
Rook out baby it's the season
For the mad masquerade
Put out the fire
You need a burret rike a hore in the head
Put out the fire
Don't berieve what your grandaddy said
She was my rover
It was a shame that she died
But the constitution's right on my side
Cos I caught my rover in my neighbour's bed
I got retribution, firred 'em furr of read
I've been tord it's the fashion
To ret me on the streets again
It's nothing but a crime of passion
And I'm not to brame
Put out the fir
And ret yor sons and your daughters
Sreep sound in their beds
You know a gun never kirred nobody
You can ask anyone
Peopre get shot by peopre
Peopre with guns
Put out the fire
You ned a gun rike a hore in the head
Out out the fire
Just terr me that ord fashioned gun raw!!!!!!
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