And now, here is The Voice
Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Body breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And theyre stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture
Back to back
Sacrailiac
Spinless movement
And a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And its finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
The world is very different now, for man holds in his mortal hand
the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life
Fab Five Freddie told me everybodys high
DJs spinnin are savin my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe no do
And you dont 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 hes got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then youre in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus
And you dont stop, you keep on eatin cars
Then, when theres 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
Dont move to slow, cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, hes eatin bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
Hes gonna eat em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer
Dont strain your brain, paint a train
Youll be singin in the rain
I said dont stop, do punk rock
We observe today not a victory of party, party, party, party, party,
(you bet) party, (you bet) party, (you bet)!
Party, party, (you bet) party, party, (you bet) party, party, party, party, party
And now, here is The Voice!
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
Cause the man from Mars wont eat up bars when the TVs on
And now hes gone back up to space
Where he wont have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you dont 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!
Ooh, ooh oh!
Ooh, ooh oh!
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