The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging (different mix demo 3) Songtext
von Genesis
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging (different mix demo 3) Songtext
"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
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
Writer(s): Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Anthony Banks, Steve Hackett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com