Jason Hall - Teeth lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus 1] Are you into the beat? Are you into the beat? I can feel it in my teeth [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] I wish I were an astronaut Space-case making the scene Put me in a hospital Lock me up and throw out the key [Pre-Chorus 2] Hey, hey, hey, hey, are you into the beat? I'm the king of the beat I can feel it in my teeth [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] We live in a environment who's a 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 a 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 concaved inside a woman To configure through the mythical power of the tree's the graphics lean paper small 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 his cheeks slap together and worship his own voice 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 pa**ions Her legs spread ready for a Roman... Ready for a stranger The captain without a 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 I dare not take another drink until it's done 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