Intro: F FD C G D I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocketD C G D He used to touch it when the wind was blowing highD C G D I guess it made him feel like he could buck the systemD C G D And when it flickered out we laid him down to dieD F G I turn on the light,C G F Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lightsD F G A beacon in the night,C G F I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dryD F G F FD C G D And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trussesD C G D And equip it with just a million tiny sunsD C G D I'll install upon the roof of my compartmentD C G D And place tinfoil on my floor and on my wallsD F G Then I'll turn on the light,C G F Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lightsD F G A beacon in the night,C G F I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dryD F G F F D D C D D C D (During Bass "Solo")D And I'llD G C F Bu urn, like a Roman fucking candleD G C F Bu urn, like a chasm in the nightD G C F Bu urn, for a miniscule durationD C G D Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delightD F G
Turn On The Light
Bad Religion
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