Lyrics: Rapture

Toe to toe, dancing very close
Body 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, sadly solitude
And there’s finger-popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s fly
DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois se faz, flashe-no dou
And you don’t stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car
And you drive real far
And you drive all night
And then you see a light
And it comes right down and 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, Lincoln’s 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
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don’t strain your brain
Paint a train
You’d be singing in the rain
Said don’t stop, do 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
And 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 stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!