Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn`t quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won`t try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
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
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light 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
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
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