Left Right

Don't take my advice, go out and find yourself your own paradise
With parking space and long clear beaches, all in one place where no one can reach us
Tell left from right, and fact from fiction. We're setting up things and hoping we can miss them

Typewriter in the back of the system is hammering out notes - the radio glistens
Drifting in the middle of a silver ocean. Washed up and I never ever had a notion
Left right in the heat of the parade ground. Back to front and then turn the other way 'round

I think of all the money being paid out. I'm watching them weigh it out
He'll be remembered as a friend of the family. There was an accident - someone was following
Computer logs the facts in the system, another one gone that no-one much misses