What's wrong? What's right? Who cares?
Not when you're living in strange nights and sleeping through strange days
Plot lines and motives twist up;
It's hard to navigate streets when signs are pointing in new ways
Odds are rough, but still you pick your dog,
If he gets turned around you bet again
That corner's tough; sometimes you play the game,
Sometimes the game you play plays you

Watch me rust, can't read this compass I used to trust
It's all broken, It's all corrupt
This Baltimore knot's got me all tied up
Spark combust, and sift for something in ash and dust
It's all broken, It's all corrupt
This Baltimore knot's got me all tied up
When you're all tied up you let go

Down by tracks, outside the county line
Sit on our hoods and stare up at the sky for signs
Drink until there's nothing left to say
Licking black and blues,
Most efforts end confused
You do too