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 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 rack 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

• Artist:Bad Religion
• Album:Against the Grain (1990)