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
whose
unmade
underhand
under
those
their
freight
incinerators
faces
wives
drums
paradise
crumble
deranged
going
heads
connected
refrigerated
civil
marching
banners
house
realise
holding
every
after
alligators
unborn
elevator
through
bring
century
dreamed
dream
buried
marilyn
comes
parade
holograms
closed
hopped
manhattan
amphetamine
muffle
cowboys
presidents
remain
filled
riding
silver
screen
serenade
somehow
stalingrad
taking
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