Ode To Banksy

My pencil is dull

My pencil is dull

There's not much lead left in my pencil

My marker ran dry

Was a scribblin' night

And there's not much lead left in my pencil

There's not an activity at all

There's no wheels a turnin' in my skull

In my skull, in my skull

Oh oh oh

I'm in love with Jacques Cousteau

You take me deeper than I ever go

And that's the reason why I'll leave you

Oh oh oh

Making love when ad we've just begun

I need assistance from your aqualung

And that's the reason why I'll leave you

And oh my mystery man

You're so oh oh oh

You're so provocative so underground

And I never wanna see your face

You come oh oh oh

You come invisible to paint the town

My pencil is dull

My pencil is dull

There's not much lead left in my pencil

My marker ran dry

Was a scribblin' night

And there's not much lead left in my pencil

There's not an activity at all

There's no wheels a turnin' in my skull

In my skull, in my skull

Oh oh oh

Suicide bombers just need a hug

Get that bomb strapped on nice and snug

Let my divine love relieve you

Oh oh oh

Tonight's the night go and oil your gun

We'll turn the quick stop to emporium

Let my divine light lead you

And oh my mystery man

You're so oh oh oh

You're so provocative, so underground

And I never wanna see your face

You come oh oh oh

You come invisible to paint the town

Go on guerrilla pull your hoods up

And the billboards yours this time

And shake your paint can and throw your piece up

Then you run for your righteous crime

Oh oh oh ring around the fat man

Around little boy

Daddy gave me this fantastic toy

Let's go and find out what it can do

Oh oh oh

Ashes to ashes and we all fall down

There's nothing standing for miles around

I guess we found out what it can do

And oh my mystery man

Oh my mystery man

You're so oh oh oh

You're so provocative, so underground

And I never wanna see your face

You come oh oh oh

You come invisible to paint the town

My stencil is dope

My stencil is dope

Just follow the rope to my stencil

Tiananman square mickey d's in the air

'Cause there's not much lead left in my pencil

There's not an activity at all

There's no wheels a turning in my skull

In my skull, in my skull

In my skull, in my skull

In my skull, in my skull