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