The Salamander is said to survive
The lizard that keeps free thought alive
Almost overdosed on sleeping pills
Now reading books will get you k**ed
Montag is changing. Can't you see?
"Are you happy?", said the late Clarisse
No art, no books, no fun, just fears
With radio sets hooked to your ears
What's going on in your mind today?
Seashell Radio begins to play
No art, no books, no fun, just fears
With radio sets hooked to your ears
What's going on in your mind today?
Seashell Radio begins to play
In the sordid corridors
Unseen words melt in the hearth
From distant eyes the reader sees
A wax doll melting in its own heat
Slip in sociology, tied up in philosophy
"This may be the d**h of me", he said
Salamanders devour their own tail
The Sieve and the Sand. Let's set sail
When books burn in Fahrenheit
451 they burn so bright
In this descent we leave behind
The past is gone into the night
The past is gone. It's burning bright
No art, no books, no fun, just fears
With radio sets hooked to your ears
What's going on in your mind today?
Seashell Radio begins to play
No art, no books, no fun, just fears
With radio sets hooked to your ears
What's going on in your mind today?
Seashell Radio begins to play