Books are burning

In the main square, and I saw there

The first eating the text

Books are burning

In the still air

And you know where they burn books

People are next

I believe the printed word should be forgiven

Doesn't matter what it said

Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living

Key to the larder for your heart and head

Books are burning

In our own town, watch us turn 'round

And cast our glances elsewhere

Books are burning

In the playground

Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair

I believe the printed word is more than sacred

Beyond the gauge of good or bad

The human right to let your soul fly free and naked

Above the violence of the fearful and sad

The church of matches

Anoints in ignorance with gasoline

The church of matches

Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams

It's quite obscene

Books are burning

More each day now, and I pray now

You boys will tire of these games

Books are burning

I hope somehow, this will allow

A phoenix up from the flames