With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
Fanatics, dictators
Their militias, their prisons
All the comics, the mockers
Their humor, their satires
That make you die laughing
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
When they tell the whole world
Till they're out of breath
In every country, the artists
Of a free and pacifist world
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons