Bagatelle - Flight Of The Earls lyrics
[Bagatelle - Flight Of The Earls lyrics]
I can hear the bells of Dublin
In this lonely waiting room
And all 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 a 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, you boys and girls
Another bloody flight of Earls
Our best asset is our best export, too
It's not murder, fear, or famine
That makes us leave this time
We're not going to join McAlpine's Fusiliers
See, we got dreams, and we have vision
We've got education, too
And we just can't throw
Away these precious years
So we walk the streets of London
And the streets of Baltimore
And we meet at night in 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 at this island
And the lady in the bay
As Manhattan turns to face another Sunday
We're just wonder what you're doing
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 we know things will get better once again
So a thousand times adieu
We have Bono and U2
And all we're missing is the
Guinness and the rain
So shut down all your computers
Because the writing's on the wall
We're leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin airport
Or that boat that leaves north wall
There'll be no youth
Unemployment here anymore
Because we're over here in Queensland
We're in parts of New South Wales
We're on the seas and airways and the trains
But, if we see better days
Those big aeroplanes go both ways
We'll all be coming back to you again
In this lonely waiting room
And all 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 a 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, you boys and girls
Another bloody flight of Earls
Our best asset is our best export, too
It's not murder, fear, or famine
That makes us leave this time
We're not going to join McAlpine's Fusiliers
See, we got dreams, and we have vision
We've got education, too
And we just can't throw
Away these precious years
So we walk the streets of London
And the streets of Baltimore
And we meet at night in 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 at this island
And the lady in the bay
As Manhattan turns to face another Sunday
We're just wonder what you're doing
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 we know things will get better once again
So a thousand times adieu
We have Bono and U2
And all we're missing is the
Guinness and the rain
So shut down all your computers
Because the writing's on the wall
We're leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin airport
Or that boat that leaves north wall
There'll be no youth
Unemployment here anymore
Because we're over here in Queensland
We're in parts of New South Wales
We're on the seas and airways and the trains
But, if we see better days
Those big aeroplanes go both ways
We'll all be coming back to you again