Movin' On

(álbum: Blur - 1997)

At the music heist
I met the gourmet man
With aluminium lungs
Who sucks out all he can
He sees the whole world go flip
In a stunt bug style
'Cause he's a parasite
With a cellulite pile
But he can smile

'Cause this is the music
And we're moving on, we're moving on
Hey, this is the music
We're moving on, we're moving 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
Now you dye your hair black
Get Satan tattooed on your back
You pierce yourself with a coke can
And rub yourself in fake tan
Now you're in a band

'Cause this is the music
And we're moving on, we're moving on
Hey, this is the music
We're moving on, we're moving on
No matter how low, there's always further to go
And we're moving on, we're moving on
No matter how low, there's always further to go
We're moving on, we're moving on
It won't be long, we're moving on

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