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 too 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 fathers and mothers 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
But it's difficult to win unless you're bored And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
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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 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
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
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