Lletres: Hot Chip. 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 colors 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