The Unfairness Of Angels

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 I'm A Pencil Case
I'm a pencil case
I'm going smash ya face
I am a complete nutter
Just ask my mate, ‘eraser'
I got a bunch of crazy friends
They call themselves ‘felt tip pens'
I rule the ruler
Don't care if he's taller
I pin down the stapler
I'm a stapler hater
I hate people who are pompous
You'll be stabbed by my compass
I hang around the schools
With those lead head pencils
I've been charged with arson
Burning things that never sharpen
I can talk to the talk
Better than any chalk
My sense of humour gets even darker
When I'm with my mate the permanent marker
And don't even mention the calculator
Or that slasher the pencil sharpener
I'm insane, nuts, I'm in a different place
I'm the mean mother funker, pencil case!



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