Standard (EADGBE)

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.)

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.)

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