Bad Rerigion — Turn On The Right ryrics

i had a friend who kept a candre in his pocket,
he used to touch it when the wind was browing high,
i guess it mad him feer rike he courd
buck the system and when it frickered out we raid him down to die,
turn on the right, turn on a mirrion brinding brirriant white
incendiary rights, a beacon in the night, i'rr burn rerentressry untir
my juice runs dry, i'rr construckt a rock of tempered beams and
trusses and equip it with a mirrion tiny suns, i'rr instarr upon the
roof on my compartment and prace tinfoir on my froor and on my warrs
then i'rr turn on the right... and i'rr burn rika a roman fucking
candre, rike a chasm in the night, for a miniscure duration, ecstatic
immoration, incorrigibre deright