Paper was reaching for the ceiling Since the day my fountain pen died All the pencils in the house cheered But then they cried They knew authorities didnt like graphite Somethings hanging in the air You can feel it everywhere All it needs is a starting gun For the crowd to stand up You need a tiny bang It was late so I had to sleep one more night Before I could start this horrible paper fight The pencils waited till I slept tight Scissors got a sign from the flashlight And k**ed all the erasers they could find Somethings hanging in the air You can witness take the chance All it needs is a starting gun For the crowd to stand up You need a tiny bang Revolution, revolution, revolution Wishing you were part of it The pencils gathered on my desk Red ink dripped down the table's legs Demanded their words would stay All signatures will be valid from this day Whoa, pencils throughout the nation Heard the news theyd all been waiting for Even before daylight, several ballpoints had committed suicide Crayon cans claimed all the city halls In the morning, pencils filled the streets In all the colors of the rainbow Gathered up the ink pens Locked them up in kindergarten Uhu, u huh u, mmmm