Saturday, May 21, 2011

and it's finger popping twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Maybe the zombie apocalypse isn't so far-fetched after all ...

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
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 eat up bars where the people meet

Lyrics by Chris Stein & Deborah Harry
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