All I want is a little sign

to tell my left from right,

before the ground beneath me

sets it's sights.

All I need is a reference guide

to tell the day from the night

'cause



Black is white.

The sky is red.

That mean ol' world's been

messin' with my head.



Down is up to the upside down,

is that what's being said?

The deep blue sun's been

trippin' on the dead.



Time spits stakes in a yellow line

from which no man will ever rise,

'cause



Black is white.

The sky is red.

I drag my sense of reason

to the shed.



No place to hide inside the yellow lind.

No bargains struck, all appeals denied.

Black is white.

The sky is red.



Concrete crumbles beneath my feet,

I struggle for every step.

The Birdman rules the roost,

I must confess.



Concrete crumbles beneath my feet

and all bets are off

'cause



Black is white.

The sky is red.

That mean ol' world's

done taken out my friend.