Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rapture, artist - Erasure. Album song Singles: EBX7, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Record label: Mute
Song language: English
Rapture |
Toe to toe, dancing very close |
Barely breathing, almost comatose |
Wall to wall, people hypnotised |
And they’re stepping lightly |
Hang each night in rapture |
Back to back, sacroiliac |
Spineless movements and a wild attack |
Face to face, sadly solitude |
And it’s finger pop |
It’s 24-hour shopping in Rapture |
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody fly |
DJ’s spinning I said my oh my |
Flash is fast, Flash is cool |
Francois sais pas, Flashe no deux |
And you don’t stop, sure shot |
You go out to the parking lot |
And you get in your car and you drive real far |
And you drive all night, 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 |
Then you’re in the man from Mars |
And you go out at night, eatin' cars |
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns, too, Mercuries 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 you 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 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, just paint a train |
And you’ll be singin' in the rain |
I said, don’t stop, do the punk rock |
Don’t stop, do the punk rock |
Don’t stop, do the punk rock |
Don’t stop, do the punk rock |
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, uh, when the TV’s on |
And 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 he only eats guitars, get up |
And he only eats guitars, get up |
And he only eats guitars, get up |