Rapture

Toe to toe, dancing very close

Barely breathing, almost comatose

Wall to wall, people hypnotized

And they're stepping lightly

Hang each night in rapture

Back to back, sacroiliac

Spineless movement and a wild attack

Face to face, sightless solitude

And it's finger popping

24-hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly

DJ spinnin' I said, "My, my"

Flash is fast, Flash is cool

François c'est pas, Flash et Nous Deux

And you don't 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 a man from Mars

And you try to run, but he's got a gun

And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars

You go out at night eatin' cars

You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns, too

Mercury's and Subaru

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars

Then, when there's 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, don't move too slow

'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall

Door to door, hall to hall

He's gonna eat 'em all

Rap-ture, be pure

Take a tour through the sewer

Don't strain your brain, paint a train

You'll be singin' in the rain

Said don't stop to punk rock

Well, now you see what you wanna be

Just have your party on TV

'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars

Where the TV's on

Now, he's gone back up to space

Where he won't have a hassle with the human race

And you hip-hop, and you don't 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!