Bad Religion - Turn On The Light Lyrics
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 systemAnd 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,Ill burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, (yeah)Ill construct a rack of tempered beams and trussesAnd equip it with a million tiny suns,Ill install upon the room of my compartmentAnd place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls then illTurn on the light,Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, (yeah)A beacon in the night,Ill burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry,And Ill burn like a roman *****ing candleBurn like a chasm in the nightBurn for a miniscule duration,Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight