Rapture (K-Klassic Mix)

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, sadly solitude And it'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 sais pas, flashe' no do 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 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 Mercurys and Subarus 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 Rapture, be pure Take a tour through the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock" Man to man, body muscular Seismic decibel by the jugular Wall to wall, tea time technology And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture 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!