Now he only eats guitars... Rapture Toe to toe Dancing very close Barely 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 Sadly solitude And its finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybodys fly DJs spinning I said my, my Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sais pas, Flashe no deux And you dont 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 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, eatin cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercuries and Subarus And you dont stop, you keep on eatin 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 eatin 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 singin in the rain I said dont stop, do punk rock 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!
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 11:11:31 +0000
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