Lyrics:

Muffle the drums.. and hope the new century comes…?
Was it all the amphetamine presidents and their busy wives
Or did Manhattan crumble the day Marilyn died?

All your life you dreamed a dream
Somehow connected with the silver screen
With half closed eyes you realise
It's love in the life that is paradise
In a technicolour fade - I dream a parade
Like some flob house - bop house serenade
Every dog must have his day

Ramshackle day parade
We're going on through
Ramshackle day parade

This is the Ramshackle day parade
Of all those lost, unborn and unmade
And whose heads got filled with neon lava
And remain buried under the road

Ramshackle day parade
Taking the freight elevator from the incinerators
Come all the hopped up G-men riding refrigerated alligators
All the faces of the civil wars
In holograms holding Colt 44's
And after the deranged cowboys
Bring out the banners of Stalingrad

Bring out the banners of Stalingrad

Here comes the marching band - The band of the underhand

This is the Ramshackle day parade
Ramshackle day parade