Rapture - Blondie

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, sacroiliac

Spineless movements and a wild attack

Face to face, sadly solitude

And it’s finger pop

It’s 24-hour shopping in Rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody fly

DJ’s spinning I said my oh my

Flash is fast, Flash is cool

Francois sais pas, Flashe no deux

And you don’t stop, sure shot

You go out to the parking lot

And you get in your car and you drive real far

And you drive all night, 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

Then you’re in the man from Mars

And 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 you 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, just paint a train

And you’ll be singin' in the rain

I said, don’t stop, do the punk rock

Don’t stop, do the punk rock

Don’t stop, do the punk rock

Don’t stop, do the 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, uh, 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 he only eats guitars, get up

And he only eats guitars, get up

And he only eats guitars, get up