作词 : Gurewitz, Mr. Brett 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 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 ******* candle(Burn) Like a chasm in the night(Burn) For a miniscule duration Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
作词 : Gurewitz, Mr. Brett 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 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 ******* candle(Burn) Like a chasm in the night(Burn) For a miniscule duration Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
