Teeth – Cage The Elephant – letras

YeahIElectrified harmoniousI think I’ll take it out to the streetsSomebody please stop meCall the doctor but don’t call the policeAre you into the beat?Are you into the beat?I can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethAnd it’s driving me madI can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethAnd it’s driving me crazyIt’s driving me crazyIt’s driving me madI wish I were an astronautSpace case planting the seedThey put me in a hospitalLocked me up and threw away the keyHey, hey, hey, hey, are you into the beat?I’m the king of the beatI can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethAnd it’s driving me madI can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethAnd it’s driving me crazyNow shut up and danceI can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethAnd it’s driving me madI can feel it in my teethI can feel it in my teethAnd it’s driving me crazyIt’s driving me crazyIt’s driving me madWe live in a environment who’s a entire populationof critics and no painters to be foundWhere have all the storytellers gone?Just when did I become so eaten up by mossand covered in a cloak of popularity?And then I lose my voice in betweenthe echoes of self serving prophecyA captain without a shipA chief… a chief without a tribeA raging megalomaniac who only speaks to hearhis cheeks slap together andworship the sound of his own voiceA muffled cryA muffled cryA muffled cryA muffled cryPower concaved inside a womanTo configure through the mythical powerof the tree’s the graphics lean paper smallPaper thin garments and garments and garmentsand garments and garments and garments andPray for summer daysThe rain and wind is so strong outside my windowAnd winter’s always searching for anotherI hear his cheeks slap together and worship his own voiceAlrightI’m so tired of the demands of this worldHer nagging voiceThe song she sings, the songs that she desiresShe cries out in the heat of her passionsHer legs spread ready for a RomanReady for a strangerThe captain without a shipA chief… a chief without a tribeA raging megalomaniac who only speaks to hearhis cheeks slap together andworship the sound of his own voiceI dare not take another drink until it’s doneJust when did I become so eaten up by mossand covered in a cloak of popularity?When I lose my voice in betweenthe echoes of self serving prophecy