Toe to toe
Dancing very slow
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotised
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back
Sacrailiac
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 high
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast 
Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car 
And you 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 to slow 
'Cos 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

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Man to man, body muscular
Sismic decibel by the jugular
One to one, 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
'Cos the man from Mars 
Won't eat up bars 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
'Cos the man from Mars 
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up