Quench

(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
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

If he's extra large well i'm in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he's xxl well what the hell
Every penny don't fit the slot

The anorexic chicks, the model 6
They don't hold no weight with me
Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine
But i like to hold something i can see

'cause we love our love,
In different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

I've bought a watch, to time your beauty
But i've had to fit a second hand
I've bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man

'cause we love our love,
In different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

'cause we love our love, in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

(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
Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots
When you're on that train of thought
You pass some pretty funky stops
When you're on that train of thought
You pass some pretty funky stops
That's the pocket, let him be
That's the pocket, let him be

Here comes pockets
Picking up the things we cannot see
A bicycle, a dame, a christmas tree
Things of no value to you or me

Here comes pockets
Reduced through history to just a crawl
History turns the tall into the small
But natural born trawlers love to trawl

And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall
Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall
We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all
That's why we learn the blues before we actually fall
That's the pocket, let him be
That's the pocket, let him be

And he's clinging on to hope
Like the oak tree to the gale
'cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble sale
Is one single reason, why the pocket will not fail

(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
Big coin won't even leave you a love note
Big coin, big death

Big coin that you held and you treasured
Big coin that you can't believe that you lost
Little kiss that helped you when you needed
Little kiss, big coin

Little heart that has no exchange rate
Big coin that could join the imf
Little heart is only the greedy 'cause it's poor
Little heart, big coin

It's a tiny little heart that challenges the coin
But the coin has no north or no south
Big coin says it will never ever leave you
Big coin, big mouth

Little heart,
It ain't gold, it ain't silver
Little heart,
It ain't wasted on me
Little heart,
So much bigger than the coin
Little heart,
Big guarantee
Little heart,
Big guarantee

Little heart...

It's a tiny little heart that challenges the coin
But the coin has no north or no south
Big coin says it will never ever leave you
Big coin, big mouth

(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

Maybe it's the lure of the sea,
Maybe it's the lure of the sea
Suicide's just the anarchist that kicks down modesty
But maybe it's the lure of the sea

Once i felt chained, and now, now i feel free
Maybe it's the lure of the sea
Polo and da gama,
Well those two had nothing on me
Could be i'm a sucker for the sea

'cause silver, ain't as quick as the tongue
But silver, took the m.l.k so young
And metal ain't as strong as the petal
But metal left the verse unsung

Maybe it's the lure of the sea,
Maybe it's the lure of the sea
Suicide's just the anarchist that kicks down modesty
But maybe it's the lure of the sea

Freedom's taken a liking to me
Maybe it's the lure of the sea
Look in my eyes 'cause my belt's broke free
Maybe it's the lure of the sea
The pirates of penzance,
They have nothing on me
Maybe it's the lure of the sea

Maybe it's the lure of the sea, maybe it's the lure of the sea
Suicide's just the anarchist that kicks down modesty
But maybe it's the lure of the sea

Maybe it's the lure of the sea, maybe it's the lure of the sea
Suicide's just the anarchist that kicks down modesty
But maybe it's the lure of the sea

(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

It was a hot summers day
And we drove there in our car
And your father was thirsty
So we had to find a bar

Well he couldn't stop drinking
And he couldn't stand on his feet
We had to walk to a hotel
And book ourselves into a suite

So if the teacher asks you
Are you from heaven or are you from hell
You're from a one star drunken screw
In a one star motel
Yes if the teacher asks you
Are you from heaven or are you from hell
You're from a pitch black toilet
In a highway taco bell

I'll remember the birth
For the rest of my time on this land
You're mother sweating buckets
And me holding onto her hand

Well your father was absent
He claimed he couldn't find the ward
Just tugging on mescal
Trying to eat the umbilical cord

So if anyone asks you
Do you know where you're from, say yes
You're from your mother's womb
And your father's stinking breath
And if they ask you how you got here
Tell them just what it took
Your father's stinking breath
And your mother's stinking luck

Your father and i won't tell the whole truth
Your father and i won't tell the truth

(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
A lifelong beat and a replacement to the rum
Look what i found in the guitar
Another fellow thinker and a chauffeur to my heart

Look what i found in the mic
An end to screwed-up drinking and a paul i actually like
Look what i found in my beer
A free test drive for a heart i cannot steer
Look what i found in my beer

Look what i found in my drink
A brain without a plughole and a sink without a think
Look what i found in my drink
A "love you" to the barmaid and a too-familiar wink

Look what we found in his booze
The reflection of him and his children without shoes
Look what we found in his booze
This mornings jigsaw in a hill of last nights clues

Look what i found in the drum
A lifelong beat and a replacement to the rum
Look what i found in the guitar
Another fellow thinker and a chauffeur to my heart

Look what i found in the mic
An end to screwed-up drinking and a paul i actually like
Look what i found in my beer
A free test drive for a heart i cannot steer
Look what i found in my beer

Look what we found in the dance
Look what i've found in the song
Low expectations in a large pile of cans
It makes the drink seem weak,
The friendship strong