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THE STICK AND THE ROAD O I spent a time in the land of the yanks Sleeping out under the tree of my hope Tearing down walls my father had built before me Between himself and the window of suspicion of their eyes Yeah they gave us generously what they had to give The stick and the road and the longing to go home Yes go home to hell And stay home in Ireland Songtexte And I went after that to greater London My two hands hanging and me on my own If I was a hundred years at the door of John Bull I wouldn?t get in close to his heart Yeah they gave us generously what they had to give The stick and the road and the longing to go home Yes go home to hell And stay home in Ireland And I was in the end at the end of the world Lying face down in the pool of loneliness Scratching at the clay in a trench too wide That was as narrow as the grave of my child Yeah they gave us generously what they had to give The stick and the road and the longing to go home Yes go home to hell And stay home in Ireland And one day I went to the land of the blind Looking for shelter from the rage of the sea All I found there was the bleating of money And the wetting of my mouth from my own tears Yeah they gave us generously what they had to give The stick and the road and the longing to go home Yes go home to hell And stay home from Ireland Aus Songtexte Mania