Song | Senses Working Overtime |
Artist | XTC |
Album | Massive Hits!: Driving Rock |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Hey, hey, | |
The clouds are whey. | |
There's straw for the donkeys, | |
And the innocents can all sleep safely, | |
All sleep safely. | |
My, my, | |
Sun is pie. | |
There's fodder for the cannons, | |
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely, | |
All sleep safely. | |
And all the world is football-shaped | |
It's just for me to kick in space | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste | |
And I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in. | |
I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference | |
'Tween a lemon and a lime | |
Pain and the pleasure | |
And the church bells softly chime. | |
Hey hey, | |
Night fights day. | |
There's food for the thinkers, | |
And the innocents can all live slowly, | |
All live slowly. | |
My, my, | |
The sky will cry | |
Jewels for the thirsty, | |
And the guilty one's can all die slowly , | |
All die slowly. | |
And all the world is biscuit-shaped, | |
It's just for me to feed my face, | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
And I've got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in. | |
I've got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference, | |
'Tween a lemon and a lime, | |
Pain and the pleasure, | |
And the church bells softly chime, | |
And birds might fall from black skies, | |
And bullies might give you black eyes, | |
And busses might skid on black ice, | |
But to me it's very, very beautiful ˇ | |
(England's glory!) | |
Beautiful ˇ | |
(A striking beauty!) | |
And all the world is football-shaped, | |
It's just for me to kick in space, | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
And I've got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in | |
I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to tell the difference | |
'Tween the goods and grime | |
Turds and treasure | |
And there's one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in | |
I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference | |
'Tween a lemon and a lime | |
Pain and the pleasure, | |
And the church bells softly chime. |
Hey, hey, | |
The clouds are whey. | |
There' s straw for the donkeys, | |
And the innocents can all sleep safely, | |
All sleep safely. | |
My, my, | |
Sun is pie. | |
There' s fodder for the cannons, | |
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely, | |
All sleep safely. | |
And all the world is footballshaped | |
It' s just for me to kick in space | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste | |
And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in. | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference | |
' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
Pain and the pleasure | |
And the church bells softly chime. | |
Hey hey, | |
Night fights day. | |
There' s food for the thinkers, | |
And the innocents can all live slowly, | |
All live slowly. | |
My, my, | |
The sky will cry | |
Jewels for the thirsty, | |
And the guilty one' s can all die slowly , | |
All die slowly. | |
And all the world is biscuitshaped, | |
It' s just for me to feed my face, | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in. | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference, | |
' Tween a lemon and a lime, | |
Pain and the pleasure, | |
And the church bells softly chime, | |
And birds might fall from black skies, | |
And bullies might give you black eyes, | |
And busses might skid on black ice, | |
But to me it' s very, very beautiful | |
England' s glory! | |
Beautiful | |
A striking beauty! | |
And all the world is footballshaped, | |
It' s just for me to kick in space, | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to tell the difference | |
' Tween the goods and grime | |
Turds and treasure | |
And there' s one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference | |
' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
Pain and the pleasure, | |
And the church bells softly chime. |
Hey, hey, | |
The clouds are whey. | |
There' s straw for the donkeys, | |
And the innocents can all sleep safely, | |
All sleep safely. | |
My, my, | |
Sun is pie. | |
There' s fodder for the cannons, | |
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely, | |
All sleep safely. | |
And all the world is footballshaped | |
It' s just for me to kick in space | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste | |
And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in. | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference | |
' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
Pain and the pleasure | |
And the church bells softly chime. | |
Hey hey, | |
Night fights day. | |
There' s food for the thinkers, | |
And the innocents can all live slowly, | |
All live slowly. | |
My, my, | |
The sky will cry | |
Jewels for the thirsty, | |
And the guilty one' s can all die slowly , | |
All die slowly. | |
And all the world is biscuitshaped, | |
It' s just for me to feed my face, | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in. | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference, | |
' Tween a lemon and a lime, | |
Pain and the pleasure, | |
And the church bells softly chime, | |
And birds might fall from black skies, | |
And bullies might give you black eyes, | |
And busses might skid on black ice, | |
But to me it' s very, very beautiful | |
England' s glory! | |
Beautiful | |
A striking beauty! | |
And all the world is footballshaped, | |
It' s just for me to kick in space, | |
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to tell the difference | |
' Tween the goods and grime | |
Turds and treasure | |
And there' s one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to take this all in | |
I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
Senses working overtime | |
Trying to taste the difference | |
' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
Pain and the pleasure, | |
And the church bells softly chime. |