Oh Lord

Being happy is a satisfaction
Being sick is the worst thing that can happen
Making a statement is being different
But if you're different that would mean you're not a part

Working is living for a future
The future's something sweet and nice colored
But if you could find the way the soothsayers tell
You feel that everything is meant to be

Oh Lord, give me a pistol
So I can shoot at every goal I set
Cause I know if I would get there
I'd forget what I was looking for

Reading the news, what every man has got to do
Making your own solutions would give no clue
Cause if every bee would make his own plans
There would be no drive to stick in the hive

What if we all did what I just said here
Sure there ain't gonna be one world
Cause if one tree would point out the other way
The wind will follow and
They all become different in the same kind of way

Oh Lord, give me a pistol
So I can shoot at every goal I set
Cause I know if I would get there
I'd forget what I was looking for
And I would always look for more

Why is it all so hard?
Is it all so hard?

Oh Lord, give me a pistol
So I could shoot at every goal I set
Cause I know if I would get there
I'd forget what I was looking for

Oh Lord, give me a pistol
So I can shoot at every goal I set
Cause I know if I would get there
I'd forget what I was looking for
And I would always look for more