Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can 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
(Instead of just playing a C at the end here,
you can match the sound of MGMT a little better if
you play the riff below. When you finish it, go right
into the Dm of the next verse.)
e|--------------------|
B|--------------------|
G|--5---5---5---5-----|
D|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5----|
A|3---1---------------|
E|--------5---3-------|
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
But 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
(Here there is a similar riff as before. I strum or pick this
depending on how intense I want it to sound. Again, go right into
the next part after finishing this.)
e|--------------------|
B|--------------------|
G|--5---5---5---5--5--|
D|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5--|
A|3---1------------x--|
E|--------5---4----3--|
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
-------(Slowly Fades out from here on)
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