Weekend Wars

Evil sis to find a shore

A beast that doesn't quiver anymore

And we could crush some plants to paint my walls

And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars

Once when

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 fathers and martyrs

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 a hundred 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