Weekend Wars lyrics

Artist  : Mgmt 
Song : Weekend Wars
 
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