The Warning - Laurent Garnier

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 museumThis is a warning

I’ll spell it out for you, for you

This is a warning

I’ll spell it out for youExcuse 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 fireHot chip will break your legs

Snap off your head

Hot chip will put you down

Under the groundExcuse 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 frightThis is a warning

I’ll spell it out for you, for you

This is a warning

I’ll spell it out for you, for youHot chip will break your legs

Snap off your head

Hot chip will put you down

Under the groundHot chip will break your legs

Snap off your head

Hot chip will put you down

Under the groundExcuse 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 spokenHot chip will break your legs

Snap off your head

Hot chip will put you down

Under the groundHot chip will break your legs

Snap off your head

Hot chip will put you down

Under the ground