Rapture (live from Havana, 2019)

Oh-oh, 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

Oh, back to back, sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
24 hours shopping in rapture

And Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinning, I said "My, my"
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sais pas, Flashe no deux
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
Drive all night 'til you see a light

It comes right down, lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run, but he's got a gun
Shoots you dead then he eats your head
Then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eating cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eating 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
Toe to toe, but don't move too slow

'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He's eatin' bars, yeah, door to door
Wall to wall, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, and be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
But don't strain your brain
Paint a train, man, you'll be singing in the rain
And you don't stop, do punk rock

Well, now you see what you wanna, 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
He's through with cars, through with bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up! Get up!

Man to man, body muscular
Spineless movement, bite the jugular
Wall to wall, two time technology
And a digital ladder
No sign of bad luck in rapture

You wake up late for school, man, you don't wanna go
You ask your mom, "Please?", but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes and no homework
Well, your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party

Party (come on, guys)
Party (ah, that's beautiful)
Party (party, party, party)
(Party, party, party)
Party (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)