Easter Teeth Being Alone With Your Thoughts is for Inmates lyrics

Feel the noise! Let that infomercial play because when silence waxes comfort wanes. Feel the noise! Yeah, pop that Ambien because if you hear voices they say that you're insane. But I'm a damn good American (whoo whoo!), a damn good American (whoo whoo!). I earned my headphones, and I'll wear them to the grave. Meditate! I'm sure they got an app for that. Must I be still to know that you are God? Liberty! Diversions and devices. I need, no! I have the right to be unlimited. But I'm an upstanding citizen (whoo whoo!), an upstanding citizen (whoo! whoo!). Zero convictions, but a litany of guilt. Ooh, I've got to fidget. Ooh, I've got to fiddle. Oh, to fill the hours. Ooh, I've got to fidget. Ooh, I've got to fiddle. Oh, to fill the hours. I'm a damn good American (whoo! whoo!), a damn good American (whoo! whoo!). I ride a cresting wave of s! timuli because being alone with your thoughts is for inmates. Being alone with your thoughts is for inmates. Being alone with your thoughts is for inmates. Being alone with your thoughts is for inmates. Being alone with your thoughts is for inmates. Being alone with your thoughts is for inmates. Being alone with your thoughts is for inmates. Being alone with your thoughts.