Dm                     C      G
Evil S I yes to find a shore
C                    G         F
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore
Dm                    C                  F
And we can crush some plants to paint my walls
            Am                          F
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Dm                         C   G
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
C                    G              F
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Dm                C               F
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
            Am                        F
And I don't have to love or think too much

( F/E/F  F/E/F  E )

A   Dm      C          F         A                        A#
      Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
A   Dm      C          F         A                        A#
      Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
A   Dm      C          F    Gm   A  A#    B   C    Bb Am C#
      Tried to amplify the sound of light and love

Dm                               C    G
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
C                  G               F
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Dm                C                F
Or even scare the children off my lawn
           Am                        F
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Dm                         C   G
Every mess invested was a score
C                  G          F
We couldn't use computers anymore
Dm                 C                F
It's difficult to win unless you're bored
              Am                           F
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars

( Am  F  C  G  F )
( F/E/F  F/E/F  E/F  E/F )

A   Dm     C          F         A                        A#
    Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona
A   Dm        C     F       A                        A#
    It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
A        Dm      C      F      Gm    A  A#   B    C
    I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold

Dm     C          F         A                        A#
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
A   Dm     C       F       A                        A#
    My predictions are the only things I have
A   Dm     C    F      Gm    A  A#   B    C   Bb Am Ab C
    I can amplify the sound of light and love

C                     Bb
I'm a curse and i'm a sound

When I open up my mouth
                        F
There's a reason I don't win
                      C
I don't know how to begin