At the music heist I met the gourmet man With aluminium lungs Sucks all we can
Seek the whole world go flip In a stunt bug style With a cellulite pile But he can smile
This is the music And we're movin' on, movin' on
We're sticky eyes and sticky bones You get no time on your own You get a dose and get a ghost You get it coast to coast Dye your hair black Get Satan tattoed on your back Pierce yourself with a coke can Put yourself in fake tan now you're in a band
Coz this is the music And we're movin' on, movin' on Hey, this is the music And we're movin' on, movin' on No matter how low, there's always further to go We're movin' on, movin' on
We're movin' on, it won't be long We're movin' on, it won't be long
