At the music heist
I met the gourmet man
With aluminum lungs
Sucks all we can

Seek the whole world go flip
In a stunt bug style
With a cellulite pile
But he can smile

This is the music
And we´re movin´ on, movin´ on

We´re sticky eyes and sticky bones
You get no time on your own
You get a dose and get 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 a band

Cause this is the music

And we´re movin´ on, movin´ on
Hey, this is the music
And we´re movin´ on, movin´ on
No matter how low, there´s always further to go
We´re movin´ on, movin´ on

We´re movin´ on, it won´t be long
We´re movin´ on, it won´t be long