Dm                      C        G
Evil S I yes to find a shore,
C                     G          F
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Dm                       C                  F
Where 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 too 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

(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-------|

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
But it's difficult to win unless you're bored,
              Am                           F
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars


A Dm    C       F          A           Bb
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
A  Dm    C    F   A                Bb
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
A    Dm      C      F      Gm       Bb       A
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Dm      C       F      A               Bb
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
A Dm  C        F        A            Bb
My predictions are the only things I have
A Dm  C    F      Gm       Bb        C
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--|

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
                      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



-------(Slowly Fades out from here on)


                      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