Ballrooms Of Mars Songtext
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You're gonna look fine, be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide along the trembling plain
Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses
And wind, and cars, and people of the past
You're gonna trip and glide along the trembling plain
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 a hill of stars
And gripped in the arms of the changeless madmen
We'll dance our lives away in the ballrooms of Mars
You talk about day, I'm talkin' 'bout night time
When monsters call out the names of men
Bob Dylan knows, and I bet Alan Freed did
There are things at night that are better not to behold
You dance, with your lizard leather boots on
Pull the strings that change the faces of men
You diamond-browed hag, you, a gutter gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name, and I've seen his
Rock!
And place your face in stone upon a hill of stars
And gripped in the arms of the changeless madmen
We'll dance our lives away in the ballrooms of Mars
You talk about day, I'm talkin' 'bout night time
When monsters call out the names of men
Bob Dylan knows, and I bet Alan Freed did
There are things at night that are better not to behold
You dance, with your lizard leather boots on
Pull the strings that change the faces of men
You diamond-browed hag, you, a gutter gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name, and I've seen his
Rock!
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