Rapture (original Promo Single Version) Lyrics - Blondie

Toe to toe, dancing very close 

Barely breathing, almost comatose 

Wall to wall, people hypnotized 

And they're stepping lightly 

Hang each night in rapture 

Back to back, sacroiliac 

Spineless movement and a wild attack 

Face to face, sadly solitude 

And it's finger popping 

Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture 

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly 

DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind 

Flash is fast, flash is cool 

Francois sais pas, flashe' no do 

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And you don't stop, sure shot 

Go out to the parking lot 

And you get in your car and 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 

Photos 

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek 

One to one, man to man 

Dance toe to toe, don't move too 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" 

Man to man, body muscular 

Seismic decibel by the jugular 

Wall to wall, tea time technology 

And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture 

Well, now you see what you wanna be 

Just have your party on TV 

'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars 

Where the TV's on 

Now he's gone back up to space 

Where he won't have a hassle 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!