Senses Working Overtime (2001 Digital Remaster)

Senses Working Overtime (Remastered) - XTC

Written by：Andrew Partridge

Hey hey

The clouds are whey

Theres straw for the donkeys

And the innocents can all sleep safely

All sleep safely

My my

Sun is pie

Theres 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

Theres 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 ones 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 fr'm black skies

Oho oho

And bullies might give you black eyes

Oho

And bullies might give you black eyes

Oho

But to me it's very very beautiful

Englands glory

Beautiful

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 theres 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