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Ballrooms Of Mars Lyrics

You gonna look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide all on the trembling plane
Your diamond hands
Will be stacked with roses
And wind and cars and people of the past

I'll call you "thing"
Just when the moon sings
And place your face in stone upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away in the ballrooms of Mars
You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When the monsters call out the names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night that are better not to behold
You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings that change the faces of men
You diamond-browed hag
You're a gutter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name and I've seen his

You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When the monsters call out the names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night that are better not to behold
You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings that change the faces of men
You diamond-browed hag
You're a gutter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name and I've seen his

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