Evil S I yes to find a shore,
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A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
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Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
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And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
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Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
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Or paint or write or try to make a change.
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Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
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And I don't have to love or think too much
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Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
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Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
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Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
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Christ is cursed of faders and maders
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Might even take a knife to split a hair
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Or even scare the children off my lawn
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Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
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Every mess invested was a score
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We couldn't use computers anymore
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It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
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And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
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Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
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It might take 100 years to grow an arm
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I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
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Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
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My predictions are the only things I have
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I can amplify the sound and light and love
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I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
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When I open up my mouth,
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There's a reason I don't win,
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I don't know how to begin
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Weekend Wars
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