Song | Teeth |
Artist | Cage the Elephant |
Album | Melophobia |
[00:37.27] | Electrified harmonious |
[00:38.71] | I think I'll take it out to the streets |
[00:43.77] | Somebody please stop me |
[00:45.15] | Call the doctor but don't call the police |
[00:48.46] | |
[00:51.08] | Are you into the beat? |
[00:52.83] | Are you into the beat? |
[00:54.65] | |
[00:57.84] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:01.21] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:04.52] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:06.52] | And it's driving me mad |
[01:08.08] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:11.34] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:13.34] | and it's driving me crazy |
[01:16.71] | It's driving me crazy, it's driving me mad |
[01:21.65] | |
[01:27.71] | I wish I were an astronaut |
[01:29.53] | Space case planting the seed |
[01:34.55] | They put me in a hospital |
[01:36.11] | Locked me up and threw away the key |
[01:38.79] | |
[01:41.61] | Hey, hey, hey, hey, are you into the beat? |
[01:45.11] | I'm the king of the beat |
[01:48.42] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:51.80] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:55.17] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:57.10] | And it's driving me mad |
[01:58.73] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:01.92] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:03.80] | and it's driving me crazy |
[02:07.34] | It's driving me crazy |
[02:09.09] | |
[02:54.66] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:57.78] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:59.90] | And it's driving me mad |
[03:01.28] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[03:04.59] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[03:06.47] | and it's driving me crazy |
[03:09.97] | It's driving me crazy, it's driving me mad |
[03:42.48] | |
[03:42.80] | We live in a environment |
[03:44.54] | who’s a entire population of critics |
[03:46.22] | and no painters to be found |
[03:47.87] | Where have all the storytellers gone? |
[03:49.73] | Just when did I become so eaten up by moss |
[03:52.00] | and covered in a cloak of popularity? |
[03:53.94] | And then I lose my voice in between |
[03:56.00] | the echoes of self serving prophecy |
[03:58.00] | A captain without a ship, a chief… a chief without a tribe |
[04:01.78] | A deranged mega lo maniac |
[04:03.34] | who only speaks to hear his cheeks slap together |
[04:05.78] | and worship the sound of his own voice |
[04:08.13] | A muffled cry |
[04:09.21] | A muffled cry |
[04:09.86] | A muffled cry |
[04:10.62] | A muffled cry |
[04:11.63] | Power concaved inside a woman |
[04:13.62] | to configure through the mythical power of |
[04:15.99] | the tree’s the graphics lean paper small |
[04:18.63] | Paper thin garments ……and garments ………and garments |
[04:23.69] | Pray for summer days |
[04:24.63] | The rain and wind is so strong outside my window |
[04:27.33] | And winter’s always searching for another |
[04:29.70] | I hear his cheeks slap together and worship his own voice |
[04:44.47] | Alright |
[04:45.60] | I’m so tired of the demands of this world |
[04:48.33] | Her nagging voice |
[04:49.95] | The song she sings, the song that she desires |
[04:53.50] | She cries out in the heat of her passions |
[04:56.52] | Her legs spread ready for a Roman….. |
[04:58.60] | Ready for a stranger |
[05:00.33] | The captain without a ship a chief…. a chief without a tribe |
[05:04.31] | A raging mega lo maniac who only speaks |
[05:06.70] | to hear his check slap together |
[05:08.46] | and worship the sound of his own voice |
[05:10.24] | I dare not take another drink until it’s gone |
[05:12.39] | Just when did I become eaten up by moss |
[05:14.90] | and covered in a cloak of popularity |
[05:16.78] | When I lose my voice in between |
[05:18.79] | the echo’s of self serving prophecy |
[00:37.27] | Electrified harmonious |
[00:38.71] | I think I' ll take it out to the streets |
[00:43.77] | Somebody please stop me |
[00:45.15] | Call the doctor but don' t call the police |
[00:48.46] | |
[00:51.08] | Are you into the beat? |
[00:52.83] | Are you into the beat? |
[00:54.65] | |
[00:57.84] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:01.21] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:04.52] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:06.52] | And it' s driving me mad |
[01:08.08] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:11.34] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:13.34] | and it' s driving me crazy |
[01:16.71] | It' s driving me crazy, it' s driving me mad |
[01:21.65] | |
[01:27.71] | I wish I were an astronaut |
[01:29.53] | Space case planting the seed |
[01:34.55] | They put me in a hospital |
[01:36.11] | Locked me up and threw away the key |
[01:38.79] | |
[01:41.61] | Hey, hey, hey, hey, are you into the beat? |
[01:45.11] | I' m the king of the beat |
[01:48.42] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:51.80] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:55.17] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[01:57.10] | And it' s driving me mad |
[01:58.73] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:01.92] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:03.80] | and it' s driving me crazy |
[02:07.34] | It' s driving me crazy |
[02:09.09] | |
[02:54.66] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:57.78] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[02:59.90] | And it' s driving me mad |
[03:01.28] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[03:04.59] | I can feel it in my teeth |
[03:06.47] | and it' s driving me crazy |
[03:09.97] | It' s driving me crazy, it' s driving me mad |
[03:42.48] | |
[03:42.80] | We live in a environment |
[03:44.54] | who' s a entire population of critics |
[03:46.22] | and no painters to be found |
[03:47.87] | Where have all the storytellers gone? |
[03:49.73] | Just when did I become so eaten up by moss |
[03:52.00] | and covered in a cloak of popularity? |
[03:53.94] | And then I lose my voice in between |
[03:56.00] | the echoes of self serving prophecy |
[03:58.00] | A captain without a ship, a chief a chief without a tribe |
[04:01.78] | A deranged mega lo maniac |
[04:03.34] | who only speaks to hear his cheeks slap together |
[04:05.78] | and worship the sound of his own voice |
[04:08.13] | A muffled cry |
[04:09.21] | A muffled cry |
[04:09.86] | A muffled cry |
[04:10.62] | A muffled cry |
[04:11.63] | Power concaved inside a woman |
[04:13.62] | to configure through the mythical power of |
[04:15.99] | the tree' s the graphics lean paper small |
[04:18.63] | Paper thin garments and garments and garments |
[04:23.69] | Pray for summer days |
[04:24.63] | The rain and wind is so strong outside my window |
[04:27.33] | And winter' s always searching for another |
[04:29.70] | I hear his cheeks slap together and worship his own voice |
[04:44.47] | Alright |
[04:45.60] | I' m so tired of the demands of this world |
[04:48.33] | Her nagging voice |
[04:49.95] | The song she sings, the song that she desires |
[04:53.50] | She cries out in the heat of her passions |
[04:56.52] | Her legs spread ready for a Roman.. |
[04:58.60] | Ready for a stranger |
[05:00.33] | The captain without a ship a chief. a chief without a tribe |
[05:04.31] | A raging mega lo maniac who only speaks |
[05:06.70] | to hear his check slap together |
[05:08.46] | and worship the sound of his own voice |
[05:10.24] | I dare not take another drink until it' s gone |
[05:12.39] | Just when did I become eaten up by moss |
[05:14.90] | and covered in a cloak of popularity |
[05:16.78] | When I lose my voice in between |
[05:18.79] | the echo' s of self serving prophecy |