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!