Friday, February 15, 2008


(Original lyrics: Blondie; Rapture)

Toe to toe
Dancing very slow
Barely breathing

Almost comatose

Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture

Back to back
Spineless movement
And a wild attack

Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping
In Junior Nation

“Flavour Flav Five” told me everybody's high
DJ's spinning' are saving' my mind
Flash is Fast, Flash is cool
Jacke Vanilla sez fast, Flashe' no do

And you try to stop
((Watching’ MAC Montoya & ALL those Open Wheel DEFECTORS!)
Sure shit
Just go out to the parking lot
Get in your car and you drive real far
(Away from the track!)
After you drive all night, you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from RASSCAR!
(Mike Helton)

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 RASSCAR

You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Chargers, Fusion’s, Impalas And “Toy-yoter” Camaries too
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 Single Seater racing series
Like Champ Car and the IRL
While ‘Ol timers desperately cling to fantasies of a renaissance

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 RASSCAR is cutting thru
(Excuse me Helio)

But Mr. Helton’s through with the competition
‘cause he's been eatin' a ton ‘O snicker bars

Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all

Be pure
Take a tour; through the sewer
Don't strain your brain
Just say Boog-itee- Boog-itee- Boog-itee!
Paint a train, cause you’ll be singing' in the rain
If dare ain’t some RASSCAR on real soon

I say stop throwin those mountain dew cans at Pretty Boy Floyd
Junior Nation!
Just be good ‘ol boyzs

Well now you see what you want to be
Just like Mike, who’s trying to pump up his ratings on TV

'Cause the man from RASSCAR won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to MARS
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 RASSCAR stopped eatin' cars
And now he only eats guitars, get up; ‘Cause he’s gone Hollywood…