Evil S I yes to find a shor e,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants t o paint my walls,
And I won't try t o fight in the weekend wars
Was I ? I was to lazy to bat he
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instan t battle plans wr itten on the sidewa lk
Mental mystics in a twi sted metal car
Tried to amplif y the sou nd of ligh t and love
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and i'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin