歌手:Cage the Elephant
专辑:《Melophobia》

Electrified harmonious
I think I'll take it out to the streets
Somebody please stop me
Call the doctor but don't call the police

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 planting the seed
They put me in a hospital
Locked me up and threw away 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

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

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 deranged mega lo maniac
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
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 song that she desires
She cries out in the heat of her passions
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 mega lo maniac who only speaks
to hear his check 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 eaten up by moss
and covered in a cloak of popularity
When I lose my voice in between
the echo’s of self serving prophecy