with billboards 200 feet longnnwhat are you burning now fireman?nngreen it is, green is the grassnnyou know it, not what it looks, firemannnnndo you ever just taste the rain?nnit tastes like wine, i promise younni know you're upset with the samenngrey world this morning, i promise younnnnand at night the machines are sleepingnnthe screaming of planes overhead is overwhelmingnnat night the machines are sleepingnnthe screaming of planes overhead, the machines are sleeping againnnnnyour wife only wants a fourth wallnnwhat are you burning now fireman?nnthe machinery of the new houndnni know what you're thinking now firemannnnnshe took every last onennthey put new blood in, did they fireman?nnand with billboards 200 feet longnnwhat are you burning now fireman?nnnnand at night the machines are sleepingnnthe screaming of planes overhead is overwhelmingnnat night the machines are sleepingnnthe screaming of planes overhead, the machines are sleeping again