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      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, deliberate the way I live   (Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, shotgun blows)      Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, shotgun blows   Shotgun blows      The nature of uncarved blocks   Is how to describe what's hard to describe   Vinegar taster says, "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