Montag [Chapter 1] Lyrics

It’s a pleasure to burn
The flame warms my skin
Four hundred fifty one degrees
When book paper burns

Chorus

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 pounds in my head

Chorus

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 everyone
knows
we’ve always burnt books

burn books to ash then burn the ash