Turn On The Light(Album Version) - Bad Religion

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 mad 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
A beacon in the night i'll burn relentlessly until
My juice runs dry
I'll construckt a rock of tempered beams and
Trusses and equip it with 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 lika a roman f**king
Candle like a chasm in the night for a miniscule duration ecstatic
Immolation incorrigible delight