Ode To Banksy (DOJH)

My pencil is dull, my pencil is dull
There's not much lead left in my pencil
My marker ran dry, all the vandals got high
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
Makin' love when 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, all the vandals got high
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
And 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)
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 (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
Tiananmen Square, Mickey D's in the air
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
In my skull, in my skull
In my skull, in my skull