At the music heist
  I met the gourmet man
  With aluminium 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 tattoed on your back
  Pierce yourself with a coke can
  Put yourself in fake tan now you're in a band
    Coz 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