Mansun

I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow
Is no uncarved block at hand
Life is sweet but not it seems for buddha
Theres a shotgun in his hand
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
The nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe whats 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)