Mansun - Shotgun Lyrics
I fully understand the shotgun in my pillowIs no uncarved block at handLife is sweet but not it seems for buddhaTheres a shotgun in his handShotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgunThe nature of uncarved blocksIs how to describe whats hard to describeYeahThe simplest things, the quietestThe child-like simplicityEverything I need to hearPositive the way I viewThe 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)(shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)(shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)The nature of uncarved blocksIs how to describe whats hard to describeVinegar taster saysThe more force I apply, more trouble I make(is that I cannot describe why it isSuch a perfect illustration of the opposite andComplex arrogance we display to protect one another)Think too much, think too muchThink too much, think too much
