At the music heist. I met the gourmet man. With aluminium lungs. Sucks out all he can. Seek the whole world go flip. In a stunt bug style. 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. We're 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. 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 the band. Coz' this is the music. and we're movin' on we're movin' on. Hey this is the music. and we're movin' on we're movin' on. no matter how low there's always further to go. We're movin' on we're movin' on. We're movin' on it won't be long. We're movin' on it won't be long.