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