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 me thoughts And it's blank below me 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 My dear, you have no money, so you can turn and walk right out now Well, 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, my body nor my mind 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 It's freezing on O'Connell Street And I'm talking to the 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 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