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 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