Shotgun Lyrics - Mansun

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