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 hills 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 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