Weekend Wars

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Tom: F

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

A   Dm      C          F         A                        Bb
      Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
A   Dm      C          F         A                        Bb
      Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
A   Dm      C          F    Gm      Bb            C
      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 and 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