BAD RELIGION LYRICS

"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

Thanks to TsR, Aiden McKee for correcting these lyrics

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