F/ Phrase

[Phrase]

You don't really wanna take the risk
A raw kind of journey on a shaky ship
And take the shift no one else wants to take

Work late, no sleep, tryna calculate
If the winds are right and the tide is out
Guess the only way I know is just finding out

and grinding out until I'm far out at sea
Far out, this is even far out for me
But I thrive on it, bring it on, pump the heat

I'm like Indiana Jones meets Pistol Pete
At the front of a train, cold, shovelling %#@!
till the flames so big, no smothering this

If the brakes give way, full steam ahead
My dreams are big, my dreams are red
My dreams were born in the music box

So they don't stand still when the music stops

[Chorus]

Hey Mister Robot
Give me back my music box
Wind me up, wind me up

Set me free, let me be
Hey Mister Robot
Give me back my music box

Wind me up, wind me up
Don't let that music stop
"Stop, stop, stop, stop

Stop Mister Robot
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Give me back my music box

Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop Mister Robot
Stop, stop, stop, stop

Give me back my music box"

[Phrase]

Nah, robots I don't talk to them
And if I did I would only start talking when
they all quit tryna test if my lights are on

I got a sixteen gigabyte iPod on
And it's loaded with the brand new beat from Phazes
So I don't need your bull%#@! to get me places

Go stick your little job and your special papers
back where they came from, yep catch your man
I'm on the next flight out, next up Japan

to meet the man who made my music box
And yeah, I bet he got a dream just like me
Uh, I bet he move right like me

Never said yes when he thought like no was right
Took a left when the rest told go to right
So hold tight to the dream in your music box

So we don't stand still if the music stops

[Chorus]


{*Repeated to end*}
"Stop, stop, stop..."