What's wrong, what's right, who cares?nNot when you're living in strange nights nAnd sleeping through strange daysnnPlot lines and motives twist upnIt's hard to navigate streets nWhen signs are pointing in new waysnnOdds are rough, but still you pick your dognIf he gets turned around you bet againnThat corner's tough, sometimes you play the gamenSometimes the game you play plays younnWatch me rust nCan't read this compass I used to trustnIt's all broken, it's all corrupt.nThis baltimore knot's got me all tied upnnSpark combust nAnd sift for something in ash and dustnIt's all broken, it's all corruptnThis baltimore knot's got me all tied upnWhen you're all tied up you let gonnDown by tracks, outside the county linenSit on our hoods nAnd stare up at the sky for signsnDrink until there's nothing left to saynnLicking black and blues nMost efforts end confusednYou do too