Black Is White

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.