Bad Religion

^{F F D} I had a ^C friend who kept a ^G candle in his ^D pocket
^D He used to ^C touch it when the ^G wind was blowing ^D high
^D I guess it ^C made him feel like ^G he could buck the ^D system
^D And when it ^C flickered out we ^G laid him down to ^D die
I ^D turn ^F on the ^G light,
Turn on a ^C million blinding ^G brilliant white in ^F cendiary lights
A ^D beacon ^F in the ^G night,
^C I'll burn re ^G lentlessly un ^F til my juice runs dry
^{D F G F F D} And I'll cons ^C truct a rack of ^G tempered beams and ^D trusses
^D And e ^C quip it with just a ^G million tiny ^D suns
^D I'll ins ^C tall upon the ^G roof of my com ^D partment
^D And place tinf ^C oil on my ^G floor and on my ^D walls
Then I'll ^D turn ^F on the ^G light,
Turn on a ^C million blinding ^G brilliant white in ^F cendiary lights
A ^D beacon ^F in the ^G night,
^C I'll burn re ^G lentlessly un ^F til my juice runs dry
^{D F G F F}
And I'll
^D Bu- ^G urn, like a ^C Roman fucking ^F candle
^D Bu- ^G urn, like a ^C chasm in the ^F night
^D Bu- ^G urn, for a ^C miniscule du ^F ration
Ecs ^D tatic immo ^C lation, in ^G corrigible de ^D light
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