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 Maryland 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
Compositor: Joe StrummerPublicado em 2007 (22/Fev)ECAD verificado fonograma #44234400 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM