Blue anger in a mono palette
Can mix to make all shades start to fight
And I’m feeling a tad blue tonight.
Call me Peter, because when I strike
I hit like a rock with all I’ve got
And tonight, I know I won’t get caught.
I am Paul and my pants are so white
Because I am so calm; no shade’s done
To me what they’ve to Peter, for one.
White and right, I’ve held hands with my fists
And I’ve hit injustice with white noise
Whenever it’s spoken to us boys.