Il testo della Turn on the light

Bad Religion

Data di rilascio : 26/07/2005

Durata : 0:01:24

Stile : Rock

I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high
I guess it made him feel like he could bluff 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
Yea, a beacon in the night
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, ya

And i'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip with just a million tiny suns
I'll install upon the room 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

And i'll burn like a roman fucking candle
(burn)
Like a chasm in the night
(burn)
For a miniscule duration
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight