The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging

"It's the last great adventure left to man kind"

Screams a dropping lady

offering her dreamdolls at less than extortinoate prices

and as the notes and coins are taken out

I'm taken in, to the factory floor

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

All ready to use

The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging

I just need a fuse

Got people stocked in every shade

You must be doing well with trade

Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality

That evens out their personality

With profit potential marked by a sign

I can recognize some of the production line

No bite at all in labour bondages

Just wrinkled wrappers on human bandages

Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

All ready to use

It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

I just need a fuse

Teh hall runs like clockwork

Their hands mark out this time

Empty in their fullness

Like a frozen pantomime

Everyone's sales representative

Wearing slogans on their shrine

Dishing out fallsafe superlative

Brother John in No. 9

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

Ready to use

It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

I just need a fuse

and the decor on the ceiling

planned out their future day

I see no sign of farewell

so I guess I have to pay

pay my way

for the Grand Parade

Grand Parade

Oh, the Grand Parade

Yes, the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

All ready to use

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

I just need a fuse

Grand Parade

Grand Parade ...