F F

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

    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

D F G

F F

D              C               G                  D
  And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses

D      C                   G            D
  And equip it with just a million tiny suns

D         C             G             D
  I'll install upon the roof of my compartment

D               C         G               D
  And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls

            D    F      G
  Then I'll 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

D F G

F F

D-D-C-D-D-C-...-D  (During bass "solo")


  And I'll 

  D  G           C             F
  Bu-urn, like a Roman fucking candle

  D  G           C            F
  Bu-urn, like a chasm in the night

  D  G          C           F
  Bu-urn, for a miniscule duration

     D         C         G            D
  Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight