Ballrooms of Mars

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