At the music heist 

I met the gourmet man 

With aluminium lungs 

Sucks out all he can 

He sees the whole world go flip 

In a stunt bug style 

Cos he's a parasite 

With a cellulite pile 

Well 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 the 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 



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 

Theres always further to go 

Movin' on, you're movin' on 

No matter how low 

There's always further to go