Turn On the Light

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 dieI 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, yaAnd 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 wallsThen 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