Mgmt Weekend Wars Lyrics

Weekend Wars Lyrics

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