Evil is I, yes to find a shore, A beast that doesn't quiver anymore, And we can crush some plants to paint my walls, And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars Was I? I was too lazy to play 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 fathers and mother Might even take a knife to split a hill 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 bored, And you might have to plan for the weekend wars Try to break my heart, I'll drive to Arizona. It might take a hundred years to grow an arm I'll sit and listen to the sound of sandAnd 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
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