Official Music Video
Senses Working Overtime by XTC
Lyrics & Translation
English
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 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 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 pleasure, and the church bells softly chime
And birds might fall from black skies (Whoo-whoo)
And bullies might give you black eyes (Whoo-whoo)
And buses might skid on black ice (Whoo-whoo)
But to me they're very, very beautiful (England's 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 this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference 'tween the goods and crimes
Dirt 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 pleasure, and the church bells softly chime
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Senses Working Overtime by XTC
Senses Working Overtime* (original XTC)
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 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 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 pleasure, and the church bells softly chime
And birds might fall from black skies (Whoo-whoo)
And bullies might give you black eyes (Whoo-whoo)
And buses might skid on black ice (Whoo-whoo)
But to me they're very, very beautiful (England's 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 this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference 'tween the goods and crimes
Dirt 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 pleasure, and the church bells softly chime
Senses Working Overtime (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Oye, oye, las nubes son suero
Hay paja para los burros
Y los inocentes pueden dormir seguros
Todos duermen seguros
Ay, ay, el sol es pastel
Hay forraje para los cañones
Y los culpables pueden dormir seguros
Todos duermen seguros
Y todo el mundo tiene forma de balón de fútbol
Es solo para que yo patee en el espacio
Y puedo ver, oír, oler, tocar, saborear
Y tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de asimilar todo esto
Tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de saborear la diferencia entre un limón y una lima
Dolor y placer, y las campanas de la iglesia suenan suavemente
Oye, oye, la noche lucha contra el día
Hay comida para los pensadores
Y los inocentes pueden vivir lentamente
Todos viven lentamente
Ay, ay, el cielo llorará
Joyas para los sedientos
Y los culpables pueden morir lentamente
Todos mueren lentamente
Y todo el mundo tiene forma de galleta
Es solo para que me alimente la cara
Y puedo ver, oír, oler, tocar, saborear
Y tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de asimilar todo esto
Tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de saborear la diferencia entre un limón y una lima
Dolor y placer, y las campanas de la iglesia suenan suavemente
Y los pájaros podrían caer de cielos negros (Whoo-whoo)
Y los matones podrían darte ojos morados (Whoo-whoo)
Y los autobuses podrían patinar sobre hielo negro (Whoo-whoo)
Pero para mí son muy, muy hermosos (la gloria de Inglaterra)
Hermoso (Una belleza sorprendente)
Y todo el mundo tiene forma de balón de fútbol
Es solo para que yo patee en el espacio
Y puedo ver, oír, oler, tocar, saborear
Y tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de asimilar todo esto
Tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de distinguir la diferencia entre los bienes y los delitos
Suciedad y tesoro
Y hay uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de asimilar todo esto
Tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Sentidos trabajando horas extras
Tratando de saborear la diferencia entre un limón y una lima
Dolor y placer, y las campanas de la iglesia suenan suavemente
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