The Warning - Hot Chip, Joe Goddard, Felix Martin

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