At the music heist

I met the gourmet man

With aluminium 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

Cos 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

Cos 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

Theres always further to go

Movin' on, you're movin' on

No matter how low

There's always further to go