Teeth - Cage The Elephant

Electrified harmonious

I think I’ll take it out to the streets

Will somebody please help me?

Call the doctor but don’t call the police

Yeah, cool

Are you into the beat?

Are you into the beat?

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

And it’s driving me mad

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

And it’s driving me crazy

It’s driving me crazy

It’s driving me mad

I wish I were an astronaut

Space-case making the scene, yeah

Put me in a hospital

Lock me up and throw out the key

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Are you into the beat?

I’m the king of the beat

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

And it’s driving me mad

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

And it’s driving me crazy

It’s driving me crazy

Now, shut up and dance

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

And it’s driving me mad

I can feel it in my teeth, ooh

I can feel it in my teeth

And it’s driving me crazy

It’s driving me crazy

It’s driving me mad

Yeah, yeah

We live in an environment whose entire population of critics and no painters to

be found

Where have all the storytellers gone?

Just when did I become so eaten up by moss and covered in a cloak of popularity?

And then I lose my voice in between the echoes of self-serving prophecy

A captain without his ship

A chief—a chief without a tribe

A raging megalomaniac who only speaks to hear his cheeks slap together and

worship the sound of his own voice

A muffled cry—a muffled cry—a muffled cry—a muffled cry

Power con—caved inside a woman

To configure through the mythical power of the trees, the graphics being paper

th—

Paper thin garments and garments and garments and garments and garments and

garments and garments and garments

Pray for summer days

The rain and wind is so strong outside my window

And winter’s always searching for another

I hear—I hear his cheeks slap together and worship his own voice

Lou—louder?

Okay, alright

I’m so tired of the demands of this world

Her nagging voice

The song she sings, the songs that she desires

She cries out in the heat of her passions

Her legs spread ready for—ready for a stranger

The captain without his ship

A chief w—a chief without a tribe

A raging megalomaniac who only speaks to hear his cheeks slap together and

worship the sound of his own voice

I dare not take another drink until it’s gone

Just when did I become so eaten up by moss and covered in a cloak of popularity?

When I lose my voice in between the echoes of self-serving prophecy