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]