The Warning

Excuse me, sir
I’m lost
I’m looking for a place
Where I can get lost
I’m looking for a home
For my malfunctioning being
I’m looking for the mechanical music museum
This is a warning
I’ll spell it out for you
For you
This is a warning
I’ll spell it out for you
Excuse me, miss
I’m a dog on heat
I’m a complicated being
With love songs to eat
I’m a poor, starving baby
Who can march all night
I’m a mechanical music man
And I’m
Starting a fire
Hot Chip will break your legs
Snap off your head
Hot Chip will put you down
Under the ground
Excuse me, child
I am trying to see
All the colours of wonder your brightness can be
Return to nothingness enjoy
Just might be right
But prepare yourself
For a mechanical fright
This is a warning
I’ll spell it out for you
For you
This is a warning
I’ll spell it out for you
For you
Hot Chip will break your legs
Snap off your head
Hot Chip will put you down
Under the ground
Hot Chip will break your legs
Snap off your head
Hot Chip will put you down
Under the ground
Excuse me, son
I’m found
I’m looking for a place
Where I was once found
There’s nothing in a world
Where the melody is broken
There’s always some way
To make a silence be spoken
Hot Chip will break your legs
Snap off your head
Hot Chip will put you down
Under the ground
Hot Chip will break your legs
Snap off your head
Hot Chip will put you down
Under the ground