[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 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!



Ooh, ooh oh!

Ooh, ooh oh!