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 just 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 the thing to 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 with 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 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