At the music heist
I met the gourmet man
With aluminium lungs
He 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
But he can smile This is the
music
And we're 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
You dye your hair black (blond maybe?)
Get Satan (an egyptian would be kool) tattooed on your back
(Hmmm let me think)
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
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
Theres always further to go
Movin' on, you're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always further to go
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