Spacehog - Senses Working Overtime lyrics
[Spacehog - Senses Working Overtime lyrics]
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
The lemon and lime pain and pleasure and the
Church bells softly chime
Hey, hey night fights day
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents
All live slowly, all live slowly
My, my, the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones
All die slowly, all die slowly
And all the world is biscuit shaped
Its 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
The lemon and lime pain and pleasure and the
Church bells gently chime
And birds might fall from black skies
And bullies might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on black ice
But to me they're very, very beautiful
Beautiful
And all the world is football shaped
Its 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 goods and crimes, drugs 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
The lemon and lime pain and pleasure and the
Church bells softly chime
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
The lemon and lime pain and pleasure and the
Church bells softly chime
Hey, hey night fights day
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents
All live slowly, all live slowly
My, my, the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones
All die slowly, all die slowly
And all the world is biscuit shaped
Its 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
The lemon and lime pain and pleasure and the
Church bells gently chime
And birds might fall from black skies
And bullies might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on black ice
But to me they're very, very beautiful
Beautiful
And all the world is football shaped
Its 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 goods and crimes, drugs 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
The lemon and lime pain and pleasure and the
Church bells softly chime