Steel Prophet - Montag lyrics

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