Shotgun

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)