Movin' On

At the music heist, I met the gourmet man
With aluminum lungs sucks out all he can
He sees the whole world go flip, in a stunt bug style
Cos he’s a parasite with a cellulite pile
Well he can smile cause this is the music
Movin’ on, we’re movin’ on
Hey, this is the music
Movin’ on, we’re movin’ on

Sticky eyes and sticky bones
You get no time on your own
You get a dose and a ghost
You get it coast to coast
Now you dye your hair black
Get Satan tattooed on your back
You pierce yourself with a Coke can
And rub yourself with fake tan
Now you’re in the band

Cause this is the music
Movin’ on, we’re movin’ on
Hey, this is the music
Movin’ on, we’re movin’ on
No matter how low there’s always further to go
When you’re movin’ on, you’re movin’ on
No matter how low there’s always somewhere to go
Movin on, we’re movin’ on, won’t be long before we’re gone

Hey, this is the music
Movin’ on, we’re movin’ on
Yeah, this is the music
Movin’ on, we’re movin’ on
No matter how low there’s always further to go
Movin’ on, you’re movin’ on
No matter how low there’s always somewhere to go
Movin’ on, you’re movin’ on