The Crutch

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