The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - 2007 Stereo Mix

Lyrics for The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - 2007 Stereo Mix

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, 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. 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 superlative, Brother John is No. 9. 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 decor on the ceiling Has planned out their future day I see no sign of free will So I guess I have to pay Pay my way For the Grand Parade The Grand Parade 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 The Grand Parade The Grand Parade Grand Parade