with billboards 200 feet long
what are you burning now fireman?
green it is, green is the grass
you know it, not what it looks, fireman
do you ever just taste the rain?
it tastes like wine, i promise you
i know you're upset with the same
grey world this morning, i promise you
and at night the machines are sleeping
the screaming of planes overhead is overwhelming
at night the machines are sleeping
the screaming of planes overhead, the machines are sleeping again
your wife only wants a fourth wall
what are you burning now fireman?
the machinery of the new hound
i know what you're thinking now fireman
she took every last one
they put new blood in, did they fireman?
and with billboards 200 feet long
what are you burning now fireman?
and at night the machines are sleeping
the screaming of planes overhead is overwhelming
at night the machines are sleeping
the screaming of planes overhead, the machines are sleeping again