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 line. 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 Been beatin' on my friend.