Текст песни Steel Prophet - Montag
Steel Prophet - Montag слова песни
It`s a pleasure to burnThe flame warms my skinFour hundred fifty one degreesWhen book paper burnsAnd it burns, and we burnWe`re firemen long ago I heard they put fires outNow we blaze ideas for youI grin a fierce grinAs flames turn me backKerosene is spit from this hoseThe blood it pounds in my headIn my head, your books are deadThoughts in your head,Books can`t be read or you`ll be dead big brother said thoughts are deadIt`s fine work that we do being a fireman has it`s rewards Monday burn MelvilleWednesday-WordsworthFriday-FaulknerBurn books to ash then burn the ashDon`t question what I do Questions are just for foolsHouses have always been flame proofFiremen don`t put out flames we`ve always burnt bookseveryone knowsburn books to ash then burn the ash