Weekend Wars

Evil S I yes to find the shore

A beast that doesn't quiver anymore

and we could crush the 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 but 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 are fathers and mothers

might even take a knife to split her 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

but it's difficult to win unless you're born

And you might have to clan 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 of 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