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