If You're Shooting with the Left It Means the Right Side Is Working - Ashbury Heights

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