Movin' On

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