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!