Peter and Paul

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.