Like a Princess stuck in a factory   There’s nothin’ here no for me   Like a warted toad on a highway road   The road seems never ending   That’s what appeals, whenever I feel   Restless, solitary, anxiety   Just give me that road, when the world    Turns cold, and a nice hot glass of whiskey   Well, it’s blank above my thoughts and   It’s blank below my words   Get me drunk and then I’m yours      So give me two pints o’ stout, two pints o’ stout   One so I don’t think no more, and one to face   What I’ve in store   Two pints o’ stout, two pints o’ stout   Well, my dear you have no money, so you can turn   And walk right out   Have you ever thought we might have sought in all   Our years together, to part now while there’s   Still a smile and face the lonely weather   Well, what’s the worth of this wretched   Earth, but traveling to new places   Does the one you like seem a chord to strike   Does appealing describe his faces   No, I’m not content, not with myself   Not my body or my mind      It’s freezing on O’Connell Street and I’m   Talking to a hooker   Well, she might be a cop, but either way I   Ain’t no better   So it’s rounds on me, one chance you see,   Because I have the money   When there’s no more booze   Then I’ll go home and deal with my own thinking   Like a dream that tortures me   Each night is the peace   I’ve known with you