Backwards firefighter

New world what can it hold

A bunch of people ready to mold

Mechanical hounds coming for you

But your its target nothing you can do

TVs on all sides

Only the books, everyone hides

Putting out fires is what you do

Not when these firefighters are through

Burning at the highest degree

Your house will be fine don’t you see

There is nothing that can be done

The fire burns at Fahrenheit 451

All houses are fire proof

That means that flames won’t go through the roof

Pills in a bottle you can hold

The government has all control

In this world you can’t think

Say bye to your memories gone down the drink

Sleeping placidly in your bed

While spiral sea shells are hanging out of your head

A woman burned with her books

Everyone running while Montag looks

On the kerosene the fire will catch

While the little women lights a lonely match

A hound with a stinger and eight legs

Montag asks and begs

To check up on that mechanical thing

He has a lighter he’ll always bring

Since the law is said and done

All books burn at Fahrenheit 451

To think shall be your demise

While the government feeds you lies

Montag looks from afar

Not knowing that she was hit by a car

He’s getting sick, losing his mind

While his wife is placid, looking kind

Showing her his collection of books

All he got were a series of shocked looks

Taking the quickly to the incinerator

He told her stop and look, we’ll burn them later

After a firefighters day is done

All the books burn at Fahrenheit 451