Bad Religion

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D         C                G             D
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
D            C                G                D
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
D           C                  G                 D
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
D             C               G                D
And when it flickered out we laid him down to die

Chorus:
    D  F       G
I turn on the light,
           C                 G                F
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
   D     F       G
A beacon in the night,
C            G            F
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

Chorus:
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