| Song | Pencil Fight |
| Artist | Atomship |
| Album | The Crash Of '47 |
| 作曲 : Kent, Pardoe, Slade | |
| This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real. | |
| Meet me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel. | |
| So it's time. | |
| It's just time. | |
| Well I'm not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care. | |
| I can't pay much attention with that ruler in your hand. | |
| So it's just time. | |
| Cause I'm thinkin' | |
| Pencil fight, here we are. | |
| Pencil fight, break me down. | |
| Well I'm not much for the schoolyard teacher catch me if you can. | |
| You leave me here by the swing set with my pencil broke in hand. | |
| Oh it's fine. | |
| Shattered shards of graphite as they're flying through the air. | |
| I'll open eyes quite slowly with the splinters in my hair. | |
| So it's time. | |
| Cause I'm thinkin'. | |
| Pencil fight, here we are. | |
| Pencil fight, break me down. | |
| It's just time, oh my, oh my. | |
| In this world no one leaves alone. | |
| For the only way we leave is in death and in death my friends you leave with one thing and that one thing is pride. | |
| And pride throughout changes in time between the sky that you love to the ground that you hate. | |
| Right between everything that once was, your pride, can never die. | |
| Pencil fight, here we are. | |
| Pencil fight, break me down. | |
| Don't you see we have problems here? | |
| Problems here at my home |
| zuò qǔ : Kent, Pardoe, Slade | |
| This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real. | |
| Meet me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel. | |
| So it' s time. | |
| It' s just time. | |
| Well I' m not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care. | |
| I can' t pay much attention with that ruler in your hand. | |
| So it' s just time. | |
| Cause I' m thinkin' | |
| Pencil fight, here we are. | |
| Pencil fight, break me down. | |
| Well I' m not much for the schoolyard teacher catch me if you can. | |
| You leave me here by the swing set with my pencil broke in hand. | |
| Oh it' s fine. | |
| Shattered shards of graphite as they' re flying through the air. | |
| I' ll open eyes quite slowly with the splinters in my hair. | |
| So it' s time. | |
| Cause I' m thinkin'. | |
| Pencil fight, here we are. | |
| Pencil fight, break me down. | |
| It' s just time, oh my, oh my. | |
| In this world no one leaves alone. | |
| For the only way we leave is in death and in death my friends you leave with one thing and that one thing is pride. | |
| And pride throughout changes in time between the sky that you love to the ground that you hate. | |
| Right between everything that once was, your pride, can never die. | |
| Pencil fight, here we are. | |
| Pencil fight, break me down. | |
| Don' t you see we have problems here? | |
| Problems here at my home |