Movin' On

At the music heist
I met the gourmet man
With aluminum lungs
He sucks out all he can

You see 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
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
You pierce yourself with a coke can
And rub yourself in fake tan, now you're in the band

'Cause 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
You're movin' on, you're movin' on
No matter how low, there's always further to go
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Won't be long, we're movin' on

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, there's always further to go
When you're movin' on, you're movin' on
No matter how low, there's always further to go
When you're movin' on, you're movin' on