Yeah

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 drivin' me mad

I can feel it in my teeth, ooh

I can feel it in my teeth

And it's drivin' me crazy

It's drivin' me crazy, it's drivin' me mad

I wish I were an astronaut, space case, makin' a scene, yeah

Put me in the 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 drivin' me mad

I can feel it in my teeth, ooh

I can feel it in my teeth

And it's drivin' me crazy

It's drivin' me crazy, now shut up and dance

I can feel it in my teeth

I can feel it in my teeth

And it's drivin' me mad

I can feel it in my teeth, ooh

I can feel it in my teeth

And it's drivin' me crazy

It's drivin' me crazy, it's drivin' me mad

Yeah, yeah

One million advisers, an 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 moths

And covered in a cloak of popularity?

And 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 concaved inside the woman

The frigid winds push through the caribou trees

With rapid speed, paper thin, 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 are so strong outside my window

And winter's always searching for another way in

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

Loud, loud, louder? Okay, alright

I'm so tired of the demands of this world

Her nagging voice, the songs she sings, the songs that she desires

She cries out in the heat of her passions

Her legs spread and ready for, ready for a stranger

A captain without his ship

A chief with, 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 moths

And covered in a cloak of popularity?

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