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 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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/turn-on-the-light-lyrics-bad-religion.html ]
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