"It's the last great adventure left to mankind"
Screams a drooping lady
offering her dreamdolls 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,
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 bondage,
just wrinkled wrappers on human bandage.

Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
Its 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 slogan in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brother John is 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 freewill,
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
just need a fuse.
Grand Parade
Grand Parade...