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 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.