Songtext von If You're Shooting With The Left It Means The Right Side Is Working

I was born in the land of plenty I was raised as a privileged child This was once a great community So they say, I don't know why We built ships and automobiles We made unions, guns and steel Money talks in the angel's silence Selling out once great ideals Living in a ghost town Feeling like a class clown Running with the magpies Walking like a crow Never saw the factory When it made out history Now it's just a patch where the pennyroyal grows Born with promise and chance of plenty Walked that road in paramount shoes Couldn't play the abacus melody All I ever wanted was to be of use One big chord of mocking birds Cover the sky like a big f-word Fame will get you heaps of treasure Dedication is just a word