Movin’ On

At the music heist I met the gourmet man With aluminium lungs He sucks out all he can He sees the whole world go flip In a stunt bug style 'Cause he's a parasite With a cellulite pile but he can smile 'Cause this is the music And we're movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music We're movin' on, we're movin' on We're 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 Dye your hair black Get Satan tattooed on your back Pierce yourself with a coke can And love yourself a fake tan, now you're in the band 'Cause this is the music And we're movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music We're movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low, there's always further to go And we're movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low, there's always further to go And we're movin' on, we're movin' on We're movin' on, it won't be long Hey, this is the music We're movin' on, we're movin' on Yeah, this is the music We're movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low, there's always further to go And we're movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low, there's always further to go And we're movin' on, we're movin' on