Toe to toe
dancing very close
Body breathing
almost comatose.
Wall to wall
people hypnotized
And theyre stepping lightly
Hang each night in
rapture.
Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movement
and a wild attack.
Face to face
sightless solitude.
And its finger popping.
Twenty-four hour shopping in
rapture.
Fab Five Freddy told me everybodys fly
D.J. spinning, I said, My my
Flash is fast
flash is cool.
Francois, cest pas flashe non-due.
And you dont stop
sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes the man from Mars
And you try to run but hes got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then youre in the man from Mars
You go out at night eating cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercuries and Subarues
and you dont stop
You keep on eating cars
Then
when theres no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Dont move too slow
cause the man from Mars is through with cars
Hes eating bars
Yeah, wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
Hes gonna eat em all.
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Dont strain your brain
Paint a train
Youll be singing in the rain
Said dont stop to the punk rock.
Man to man
body muscular
Seismic decibel
by the jugular.
Wall to wall tea time technology
and a digital ladder
No sign of bad luck in
Rapture
Well now you see
what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
Cause the man from Mars
wont eat up bars when the TVs on
And now hes gone back up to space
Where he wont have a hassle with
the human race
And you hip-hop
and you dont stop
Just blast off
sure shot
Cause the man from Mars stopped
eatin cars and eatin bars
And now he only eats guitars,
get up!