Montag Lyrics - Steel Prophet

It's a pleasure to burn 

The flame warms my skin 

Four hundred fifty one degrees 

When book paper burns 

And it burns, and we burn 

We're firemen 

long ago I heard they put fires out 

Now we blaze ideas for you 

I grin a fierce grin 

As flames turn me back 

Kerosene is spit from this hose 

The blood it pounds in my head 

In my head, your books are dead 

Thoughts in your head, 

Books can't be read or you'll be dead 

big brother said thoughts are dead 

It's fine work that we do 

being a fireman has it's rewards 

Monday burn Melville 

Wednesday-Wordsworth 

Friday-Faulkner 

Burn books to ash then burn the ash 

Don't question what I do 

Questions are just for fools 

Houses have always been flame proof 

Firemen don't put out flames 

we've always burnt books 

everyone knows 

burn books to ash then burn the ash