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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deborah Harry
Deborah Harry
Vocals
Chris Stein
Chris Stein
Guitar
Jimmy Destri
Jimmy Destri
Keyboards
Clem Burke
Clem Burke
Drums
Leigh Foxx
Leigh Foxx
Bass Guitar
Matt O'Connor
Matt O'Connor
Percussion
Paul Carbonara
Paul Carbonara
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deborah Harry
Deborah Harry
Songwriter
Chris Stein
Chris Stein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blondie
Blondie
Producer
Randy Nicklaus
Randy Nicklaus
Producer
Steve Hall
Steve Hall
Mastering Engineer
James Birtwhistle
James Birtwhistle
Engineer
Ted Regier
Ted Regier
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 24 hours 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, flashé no do 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 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 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" 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 Send 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!
Writer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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