Evil is I, Yes to find a shore, 
beast that doesn't quiver anymore, 
And we can [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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