Toe to toe?
Dancing very close?
Barely breathing?
Almost comatose?
Wall to wall?
People hypnotised?
And they're stepping lightly?
Hang each night in Rapture?
Back to back?
Sacrailiac?
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 high?
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind?
Flash is fast, Flash is cool?
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do?
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, Lincolns too?
Mercuries 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?
Well now you see what you wanna be?
Just have your party on TV?
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when 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 Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars?
And now he only eats guitars, get up!?