Music Box

[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 shit 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 bullshit 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..."