SoundtracksBallrooms Of Mars - T-Rex

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 glitter-gaunt gangster  John Lennon knows your name  And I've seen his 
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