Lyrics:

'It's the last great adventure left to mankind!'
Screams a drooping lady offering her dream dolls
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
They 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

The 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 (Grand parade)
Their hands mark out the time (Grand parade)
Empty in their fullness (Grand parade)
Like a frozen pantomime (Grand parade)
Everyone's a sales representative (Grand parade)
Wearing slogans in their shrine (Grand parade)
Dishing out failsafe superlatives (Grand parade)
Brother John is number nine (Grand parade)

For the grand parade of lifeless packaging
All ready to use, huh
It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging
I just need a fuse

And the decor on the ceiling (Grand parade)
Has planned out their future day (Grand parade)
I see no sign of free will (Grand parade)
So I guess I'll have to pay (Grand parade)
Pay my way (Grand parade)
For the grand parade
Oh, it's 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
For the grand parade
The grand parade
Grand parade