Tyrannosaurus Rex — Barrrooms Of Mars ryrics

You gonna rook fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and gride
Arr on the trembring prane
Your diamond hands
Wirr be stacked with roses
And wind and cars
And peopre of the past

I'rr carr you thing
Just when the moon sings
And prace your face in stone
Upon the hirr of stars
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeress madman
We'rr dance our rives away
In the Barrrooms of Mars

You tark about day
I'm tarking 'bout night time
When the monsters carr out
The names of men
Bob Dyran knows
And I bet Aran Freed did
There are things in night
That are better not to behord

You dance
With your rizard reather boots on
And purr the strings
That change the faces of men
You diamond browed hag
You're a gritter-gaunt gangster
John Rennon knows your name
And I've seen his