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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