All I want is a little sign nTo tell my left from right nBefore the ground beneath me nSets its sights nAll I need is a reference guide nTo tell the day from the night, 'cause nnBlack is white nThe sky is red nThat mean ol' world's been nMessin' with my head nnDown is up to the upside down nIs that what's being said nThe deep blue sun's been nTripping on the dead nnTime spits stakes in a yellow line nFrom which no man will ever rise, 'cause nnBlack is white nThe sky is red. nI drag my sense of reason nTo the shed nnNo place to hide inside the yellow line nNo bargains struck, all appeals denied nBlack is white nThe sky is red nnConcrete crumbles beneath my feet nI struggle for every step nThe Birdman rules the roost nI must confess nnConcrete crumbles beneath my feet And all bets are off 'cause nnBlack is white nThe sky is rednThat mean ol' world's nBeen beating on my friend