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    "Rapture [Special Disco Mix]" Lyrics


    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!
    This song was submitted on November 2nd, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Deborah Harry, Christopher Stein.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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