At the music heist   I met the gourmet man   With aluminium lungs   Sucks out all he can      Seek the whole world go flip   In a stunt bug style   He's a parasite   With a cellulite pile   But he can smile      This is the music   And 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   put yourself in fake tan now you're in the band      Coz' this is the music   and we're movin' on, we're movin' on   Hey this is the music   and we're movin' on, we're movin' on   no matter how low, there's always further to go   We're movin' on, we're movin' on      We're movin' on, it won't be long   We're movin' on, it won't be long