Oh Lord Songtext

von Yori Swart

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