Oh Lord

Being happy is a satisfaction Being sick is the worst thing that can happen Making a statement is being different And if you're different that would mean you're not a part Working is living for a future The future is something sweet and nice colored And if you can 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 is 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 going to be one world 'Cause if one tree would point out the other way, The wind will follow and so They all become different in the same kind of way