Movin’ On [Greek translation]

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 movin' on, we're movin' on

Hey, this is the music

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

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 movin' on, we're movin' on

Hey, this is the music

We're movin' on, we're movin' on

No matter how low, there's always further to go

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

It won't be long, we're movin' on

Hey, this is the music

We're movin' on, we're movin' on

Yeah, this is the music

We're movin' on, we're movin' on

No matter how low, there's always further to go

And we're movin' on, we're movin' on

No matter how low, there's always further to go

And we're movin' on, we're movin' on