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
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
The nature of uncarved blocks Is how to describe what`s hard to describe Yeah
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)
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
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