Blondie
Rapture Toe to toeDancing very slowBarely breathingAlmost comatoseWall to wallPeople hypnotisedAnd they’re stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture
Back to backSacrailiacSpineless movement
And a wild attack
Face to faceSadly solitudeAnd it’s finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s highDJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mindFlash is fast, Flash is coolFrancois sez fas, Flashe’ no doAnd 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 tooMercurys 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 to 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 rain
I 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’ bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!