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