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