Bad Religion - Turn on the light

^D I had a ^Cfriend who kept a ^Gcandle in his ^Dpocket ^D He used to ^Ctouch it when the ^Gwind was blowing ^Dhigh ^D I guess it ^Cmade him feel like ^Ghe could buck the ^Dsystem ^D And when it ^Cflickered out we ^Glaid him down to ^Ddie I ^Dturn ^Fon the ^Glight, Turn on a ^Cmillion blinding ^Gbrilliant white in^Fcendiary lights A ^Dbeacon ^Fin the ^Gnight, ^C I'll burn re^Glentlessly un^Ftil my juice runs dry D F G F F ^D And I'll cons^Ctruct a rack of ^Gtempered beams and ^Dtrusses ^D And e^Cquip it with just a ^Gmillion tiny ^Dsuns ^D I'll ins^Ctall upon the ^Groof of my com^Dpartment ^D And place tinf^Coil on my ^Gfloor and on my ^Dwalls Then I'll ^Dturn ^Fon the ^Glight, Turn on a ^Cmillion blinding ^Gbrilliant white in^Fcendiary lights A ^Dbeacon ^Fin the ^Gnight, ^C I'll burn re^Glentlessly un^Ftil my juice runs dry D F G F F D-D-C-D-D-C-...-D (During bass "solo")

^DBu-^Gurn, like a ^CRoman fucking ^Fcandle ^DBu-^Gurn, like a ^Cchasm in the ^Fnight ^DBu-^Gurn, for a ^Cminiscule du^Fration Ecs^Dtatic immo^Clation, in^Gcorrigible de^Dlight D F G