The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging lyrics

"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

Just need a fuse

Got people stocked in every shade,

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 recognise some of the production line,

No bite at all in labour bondage,

Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

All ready to use

It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

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 superlative,

Brother John is No. 9.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

All ready to use

It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

Just need a fuse

The decor 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.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

All ready to use

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

Just need a fuse

• Artist:Genesis
• Album:The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway