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.



Keith Karloff
© Leather Volcano Music BMI