Rapture Lyrics

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Rapture Lyrics

Artist Blondie

(And now, here is a voice) Toe to toe dancing very close Body breathing almost

comatose Wall to wall people hypnotised 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 Twenty four hour

shopping in rapture (The world is very different now For man holds in his mortal

hand The power to abolish All forms of human poverty And all forms of human

life) Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly DJ spinning I said "My, My" Flash

is fast flash is cool Francois c'est pas flashe non due 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 out comes the 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 eating cars You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too

Mercurys and Subaru And you don't stop You keep on eating 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 eating 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 singing

in the rain Said don't stop to the punk rock (We are here today, not a victory

of party) (Party) (Good record) (And now, here is a voice) 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 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 Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars And eating bars And now

he only eats guitars Get up! Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Ooh, oh (repeat)

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