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Bad Religion Lyrics

2. Turn On The Light



I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high,
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system 
And when it flickered out, we laid him down to die

Turn on the light, 
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, 
Yeah, a beacon in the night, 
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

And I'll construct a rock of tempered beams and trusses 
And equip it with just a million tiny suns, 
I'll install upon the roof on my compartment 
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls

Then I'll turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, 
A beacon in the night, 
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry 

And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle, 
(Burn) like a chasm in the night, 
(Burn) for a minuscule duration, 
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight


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