by Aubrey Moncrieffe
I am 41 miles from Calvary with no shirt on my back
No juice, the sun panels do not run my portable amplifier
My pick flies like fire on these metal guitar strings
With this telescope I see pass the crosses into the melody that is Rome
I wish to water the inpatients which sing country songs in my head
The Pope rests in St. Peter’s Square while tourists wear dark glasses
Their rosaries burn in their hands a bright orange as I stare
As I riff on a Telecast guitar, the sun panels give my amp no sound
My pick flies like fire on these metal guitar strings as
I am 41 miles from Calvary with no shirt on my back
The Pope rests in St. Peter’s Square while tourists wear dark glasses
Their rosaries burn in their hands a bright orange as I stare
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Outstanding. Well done.