Rapture [K-Klass Remix]

Then when there's no more cars
Door to door, hall to hall

And out comes a man from Mars

And you try to run but he's got a gun
Hang each night in rapture
Just have your party on TV
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
And now he only eats guitars
Where the TV's on
Flash is fast, flash is cool
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Wall to wall, tea time technology
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Back to back, sacroiliac
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"
He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do
Face to face, sadly solitude

And you don't stop, sure shot
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
You'll be singin' in the rain
Rapture, be pure
Mercurys and Subarus
Where the people meet

And you drive all night and then you see a light

Wall to wall, people hypnotized
Take a tour through the sewer
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
You go out at night and eat up bars
Well, now you see what you wanna be
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Man to man, body muscular
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture
Go out to the parking lot
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
'Cause the man from Mars
And it's finger popping

Just blast off, sure shot

And then you're in the man from Mars
And they're stepping lightly
Seismic decibel by the jugular

'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He's gonna eat 'em all
One to one, man to man
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
And you get in your car and drive real far
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You go out at night eatin' cars

And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture
Now he's gone back up to space