Rapture
Toe to toeDancing very closeBarely breathingAlmost comatoseWall to wallPeople hypnotisedAnd they're stepping lightlyHang each night in Rapture
Back to backSacrailiacSpineless movementAnd a wild attack
Face to faceSadly solitudeAnd it's finger poppingTwenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's flyDJ's spinning I said my, myFlash is fast, Flash is coolFrancois sais pas, Flashe no deuxAnd you don't stop, sure shotGo out to the parking lotAnd you get in your car and you drive real farAnd you drive all night and then you see a lightAnd it comes right down and lands on the groundAnd out comes a man from MarsAnd you try to run but he's got a gunAnd he shoots you dead and he eats your headAnd then you're in the man from MarsYou go out at night, eatin' carsYou eat Cadillacs, Lincolns tooMercuries and SubarusAnd you don't stop, you keep on eatin' carsThen, when there's no more carsYou go out at night and eat up bars where the people meetFace to face, dance cheek to cheekOne to one, man to manDance toe to toeDon't move too slow, 'cause the man from MarsIs through with cars, he's eatin' barsYeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hallHe's gonna eat 'em allRapture, be pureTake a tour, through the sewerDon't strain your brain, paint a trainYou'll be singin' in the rainI said don't stop, do punk rock
Well now you see what you wanna beJust have your party on TV'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's onAnd now he's gone back up to spaceWhere he won't have a hassle with the human raceAnd you hip-hop, and you don't stopJust blast off, sure shot'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' barsAnd now he only eats guitars, get up!