The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging Songtext
von Genesis

"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

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
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
The Grand Parade
The Grand Parade
Grand Parade