| Song | Ramshackle Day Parade |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | The Diving Bell and the Butterfly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 Gmen 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 |
| 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 Gmen 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 |