XTC - Senses Working Overtime

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 one's can all sleep safely
all sleep safely

A              Asus4                 A
And all the world is football shaped
A              Asus4 B
It's just for me to kick in space
B              Bsus4                         B
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
B                  E     E     B       B      E
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
                        A    E      B
Senses working o - ver - time
A            B           E                   E     E     B       B      E
Trying to take this all in, I've got one, two, three, four, five
                        A    E     B
Senses working o - ver - time
A                          B                             A                B
Trying to taste the difference between a lemon and a lime
A           B                        E
Pain and 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 all this 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
but to me they're very very beautiful
(englands glory)
beautiful
(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 all this 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 all this 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