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I can hear the bells of Dublin, In the lonely waiting room
And the paper boys are singing in the rain
Not too long before they take us, to the airport and the noise
To get on board that transatlantic plane
We ve got nothing left to stay for, We have no more left to say
And there isn t any work for us to do
So farewell ye boys and girls, another bloody flight of Earls
Aaragh, this passage is our best export too
It s not murder, fear or famine, that makes us leave this time,
We re not going to join McAlpines fusiliers
We ve got brains, and we ve got visions, we ve got education too,
But we just can t waist these precious years
So we walk the streets of London, and the streets of Baltimore,
And we meet at night at several Boston bars
We re the leaders of the future, but we re far away from home
And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars
As we look on Ellis island, and the Lady in the Bay
As Manhatten turns to face another Sunday
We re wondering what you re doing, for to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday
Because it s not the work that scares us, We don t mind an honest job
And I know things will get better once again
So a thousand times Adieu
We ve got Bono and U2
All we re missing is the Guiness and the rain
So switch off your new computers, for the writings on the wall
We re leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin airport, or the boat theat leaves North Wall
There ll be no youth unemployment anymore
Because we re over here in Queensland, and parts of New South Wales
We re on the seas and airways and the trains
But if we see better days, those big airplanes go both ways
And we ll all be coming back to you again
Yes, we ll all be coming back to you again
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Wes Jester
......Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of
......a pathological criminal. Albert Einstein
