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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