Lyrics:

(HeatonRotheray)I came in here, just to see his guilty faceI'm just checkin'He's been dead twenty years but I sort of miss the chaseI'm just checkin'I've seen folk just like her, pop their noses round the doorThey're just checkin'If this is where their husband was between 1 and 4They're just checkin'Nothing hits so definite, hits so hardWhen he's moved from Old White Hartand he's doing the Old GraveyardWe're running a check. On the love we had taken awayWe're running a check. That death wasn't fortnight astrayNothing hits so definite (repeat)The mask of sobriety for afternoons he'd saveI'm just checkin'If he could fool me regularly he'd certainly fool his graveI'm just checkin'I've seen those widows pray for the hunt that was taken awayThey're just checkin'They pretend they've just popped by like they popped by yesterdayThey're just checkin'I came round here in case he left a slateNo one settles up around here, like the widowed or the lateWe've seen folk like you settle bills or family feudsBut no one's bought a drink for those that death excludesWe're just checkin'We're just thinkin'We're just sinkin'