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