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