Ballroom of Mars (K.Day Radio, Los Angeles, 15th Feb. 1972)

You're gonna look fine

Be primed for dancing

You're gonna trip and glide along the trembling planes

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 madness

You dance our lives away in the ballrooms of Mars

You talk about day

I'm talking 'bout night time

When monsters call out the names of men

And Bob Dylan knows

And I bet Alan Freed did

We are things in night

That are better not to behold

You're gonna look fine

Be primed for dancing

You're gonna trip and glide along the trembling planes

Your diamond hands

Will be stacked with roses

And wind and cars and people of the past

You dance with your lizard leather boots on

And pull the strings that change the faces of men

You got a gone hat

You a diamond browed gangster

John Lennon knows your name and I've seen his

You talk about day

I'm talking 'bout night time

When monsters call out the names of men

And Bob Dylan knows

And I bet Alan Freed did

We 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 hat

You a gutter gone gangster

John Lennon knows your name and I've seen his