Move in move in move out
A sex gone sour
Move in move in move out
Move out
Explain yourself to a live studio audience
Who wait on your every word
White washed and willing for the spoon feeding
Explain yourself to a dreadful silence
There's a polished bench down among 'em
For your big juicy arse
Who built all the towers?
Who decides who lives in them?
The man of the moment
The incomplete X accident
The raw, the rage
The rubble, there are layers
There are layers underground
It's time
And they're pulling you down
Move in move in move out
A sex gone sour
Move in move in move out
The scum of the earth
Will rise to the top
The scum of the earth
Will rise to the top
We're gonna be your holy war
We wanna purge your wasted lives
It won't be taking us seven days
Horny horny horny honey no you won't survive
No waving damn placards
We won't make shows just silent plays
And hide in your shadows
And move in move in move in with the six inch blades
Who built all the towers?
Who decides who lives in them?
The man of the moment
The incomplete X accident
The raw, the rage
The rubble, there are layers
There are layers underground
The scum of the earth
Will rise to the top
The scum of the earth
Will rise to the top
Who built all the towers?
Who decides who lives in them?
The man of the moment
The incomplete X accident
The scum will rise
To the top again
The scum will rise
To the top again
