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to back Spineless And a wild
Face to solitude And it's popping Twenty-four shopping in Rapture
Fab Freddie told me everybody's high DJ's are savin' my mind Flash is fast, is cool Francois sez fas, no do And you stop, sure shot Go out to the lot And you get in your car and you drive far And you all night and then you see a light And it comes right and lands on the ground And out a man from Mars And you try to run but got a gun And he you dead and he eats your head And then you're in the man Mars You go out at night, eatin' You eat Cadillacs, too Mercury's and And you don't stop, you keep on eatin'
Then, when there's no more You go out at and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to One to one, man to man toe too toe Don't to slow, 'cause the man from Mars Is through cars, he's eatin' bars Yeah, wall to wall, to door, hall to hall He's eat 'em all Rapture, be Take a tour, the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a You'll be singin' in the I don't stop, to punk rock
Well now you see what you be Just have your on TV 'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars the TV's on And now he's gone up to space Where he won't have a with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don't Just blast off, shot 'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and bars And now he eats guitars, get up!