Rapture

Lyrics by：Chris Stein/Deborah Harry

Composed by：Chris Stein/Deborah Harry

Produced by：Marc Collin

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

Sightless solitude

And it's finger popping

24 hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly

DJ spinnin' I said 'my my'

Flash is fast Flash is cool

François c'est pas Flash ain't no dude

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 it lands on the ground

And outcomes 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 Mars from Mars

You go out at night eating cars

You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too

Mercuries and Subaru

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

Said don't stop to 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 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

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