Shotgun

[Verse 1] I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow Is no uncarved block at hand Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddha There's a shotgun in his hand [Chorus] Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun [Post-Chorus] The nature of uncarved blocks Is how to describe what's hard to describe Yeah [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] The simplest things, the quietest The child-like simplicity Everything I need to hear Positive the way I view The simple of thought inherit the earth (shotgun blows) Like Winnie the Pooh, confucianist rules (shotgun blows) Oblivious in what I do (oh) Deliberate the way I live (shotgun blows) (Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows) (Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows) [Verse 2] The nature of uncarved blocks Is how to describe what's hard to describe Vinegar taster says The more force I apply, more trouble I make (Is that I cannot describe why it is Such a perfect illustration of the opposite and Complex arrogance we display to protect one another) Think too much, think too much Think too much, think too much [Instrumental Outro]