Mgmt - Weekend Wars lyrics

rate me

Evil S I yes to find a shore,

A *beast* that doesn't quiver anymore,

And we could crush some plants to paint my walls,

And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars

Was I? I was to lazy to bathe

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 faders and maders

Might even take a knife to split a hair

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

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 100 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 of 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

Thanks to John for these lyrics