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