At the music heist I met the gourmet man With aluminium lungs Sucks out all he can He sees the whole world goes flip In a stunt bug style 'Cos he's a parasite With a cellulite pile but 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 a 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 (x2)