Quench lyrics

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Big coin that you toss for heads or tails
Big coin that you let slip down the drain
Big coin didn't find where it landed
Big coin, big coin

Big coin that you dropped in the river
Little raft that took you across
Little hand that pulled it from the gutter
Big coin, big coin

It's a tiny little heart that challenges the coin
But the coin has no beat or no breath

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Look what I found in my beer
A couple of dancing ladies and a ticket out of here
Look what I found in my beer
A start to being lonely and an end to my career

Look what he found in his gin
Lights' looking lively when love's looking dim
Look what he found in his gin
Souls look heavy when personality's thin

Look what I found in the drum

(Heaton/Rotheray)
I'm losing things
That's what old-fashioned love brings
Lost the key to the house
The feeling in my mouth
I'm losing things

I'm forgetting things
That's what old-fashioned love brings
Forgot the number of the street
The shoes on your feet
I'm forgetting things

'Cause I've a limited capacity in my brain
When my brain is filled with you

(Heaton/Rotheray)
If I walk like a fool, I've walked like that since school
But maybe it's the lure of the sea
Who knows the effect,
that whisky could've had on me
It could've been the lure of the sea

'Cause leather ain't as strong as the weather
But leather can strangle any dream
And leather ain't as strong as the weather
But leather took Curtis from me

(Heaton/Rotheray)
When you're too old for the swings
You tend to choose the slide
And they never seem to warn you
The slide's your final ride
And when you're at the top of it
And you cannot see the end
Either don't let go son - Or grab the nearest friend
The slide is no respecter of dignity or class
As soon as you sit down on it
That slide has got your ass

This table has four sturdy legs
And a heart of very near wild oak
When others would have screamed out loud my friend
This one never even spoke
I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,

(Heaton/Rotheray)
One day I'm loaded, next day I'm broke
Spent all my money on whisky and coke
Riding high 'till the rock hit the spoke
It's like window shopping for blinds

Spent all my money on a sunbed tan
Spoke the best that a young girl can
Ended up with a blind drunk man
It's like window shopping for blinds

It's like the heartbreak hotel,
with the heartbreak but nowhere to stay

(Heaton/Rotheray)
It was the middle of winter
And I drove us in my car
The snow started falling
So we stopped off at a bar

The beer started flowing
And your mother and I took the floor
But by the last dance we were tired
So I booked a room next door

So if anyone asks you
If you come from Heaven above
You're from a one star hotel
With a five star passionate love

(Heaton/Rotheray)
It doesn't take a mathematician
To add a simple sum
Either you are simply beautiful
Or I am simply dumb

Dumb, dumb, dumb

It doesn't take Robert The Bruce
To see the web you've spun
Either you are simply beautiful
Or I am simply dumb

Dumb, dumb, dumb

It doesn't take a labrador
To show a blind man sun
Either you are simply beautiful
Or I am simply dumb

(Heaton/Rotheray)
How long's a tear take to dry
When a woman has no breeze?
How long's a tear take to dry
When a woman, when a woman's on her knees?

How long's a tear take to dry
When a woman hasn't sinned?
How long's a tear take to dry
When the weather, when the weather brings no wind?

Look I'm sorry that I hurt you
You look a million dollars and a dime

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Here comes Pockets
His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins
The maddest things we ever found in bins
He clutches them and looks at you and grins

Here comes Pockets
The children wary of what they may contain
The linen may have changed, the contents same
A trouser-treasure island with no name

And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot

(Heaton/Rotheray)
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first degree

When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain't no man can replace

'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes

(Heaton/Rotheray)
With a face like a crab's bus ticket
And skin like a llama's door mat
He was always gonna struggle
Nature had seen to that

He dreamt of those old-fashioned movies
Where Bogart gets the dame
But a lorry load of Lorre
Is still the score of pain

And he sings
I may be ugly
But I've got the bottle-opener
He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw