Blondie - Rapture (teddy Riley Remix) lyrics

[Spoken] And now, here is The Voice Toe to toe Dancing very close Body breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotized And they're stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spinless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it's finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture [Spoken] 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 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, 'cause 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 [Spoken] 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 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 ha**le with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don't 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!