Excuse me sir, I'm lost I'm looking for a place where I can get lost
I'm looking for a hope for my malfunctioning being
I'm looking for the mechanical music museum
Excuse me miss, I'm a dog on heat I'm a complicated being with love songs to hear
I'm a poor starving baby who can march all night
I'm a mechanical music man and I'm starting a fight
Excuse me child, I am trying to see all the colors of wonder your brightness can be
Return to nothingness and joy just might be right
But prepare yourself for a mechanical fright
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's broken
There's always some way to make a silence be spoken
