Turn on the light Bad Religion

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

I 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 construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses

And equip it with just a million tiny suns

I'll install upon the roof of 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

D D C D D C D (During Bass "Solo")

And I'll

Bu urn, like a Roman fucking candle

Bu urn, like a chasm in the night

Bu urn, for a miniscule duration

Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight