"It's the last great adventure left to mankind!"
Screams, a drooping lady offering her dream dolls
At less than extortionate 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
They 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 labor bondage
Just wrinkled wrappers on human bandage
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse
The hall runs like clockwork, their hands mark out the time
Empty in their fullness like a frozen pantomime
Everyone's a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine
Dishing out failsafe superlatives
Brother John is No. 9
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse
And the décor on the ceiling
Has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will
So I guess I'll have to pay
Pay my way
For the Grand Parade
Oh, it's The Grand Parade
For the Grand Parade
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse
The Grand Parade
For the Grand Parade
The Grand Parade
Grand Parade
