Lord you'd think this was easy You'd think this was easy Oh to live inside that fiddle and be shaken apart by that awful string Have neither edge, nor need to sharpen Lord you'd think this was easy You'd think this was easy At that pace, why would you want to stop there So quickly through the first few forest feet To join the dull axe-choir's tapping Lord you'd think this was easy You'd think this was easy These birds with hollow shoulders, treated to maps and magnetic breeze Oh I would believe it all if just one answer please Either way I would dive in and breathe deep To do that answers' right, oh but all along Just keep doing wrong do wrong, do wrong Oh doing wrong do wrong, do wrong Just keep doing wrong do wrong, do wrong Oh, on and on and on and on Lord you'd think this was easy You'd think this was easy