He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
And they're stepping lightly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
Where the people meet
Now he's gone back up to space
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars
You'll be singin' in the rain
Hang each night in rapture
Face to face, sadly solitude
Go out to the parking lot
And then you're in the man from Mars
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture
And it's finger popping
Man to man, body muscular
And you try to run but he's got a gun
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
Where the TV's on
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
You go out at night eatin' cars
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And you get in your car and drive real far
And now he only eats guitars
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
Just have your party on TV
You go out at night and eat up bars
Well, now you see what you wanna be
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Back to back, sacroiliac
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And you don't stop, sure shot
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Just blast off, sure shot
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
Take a tour through the sewer
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
Door to door, hall to hall
Flash is fast, flash is cool
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus
And out comes a man from Mars
Then when there's no more cars
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture
One to one, man to man
Rapture, be pure
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do
