[Intro]
"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

[Chorus]
For the grand parade of lifeless packaging
All ready to use
The grand parade of lifeless packaging
I just need a fuse

[Verse 1]
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 labor bondage
Just wrinkled wrappers on human bandage

[Chorus]
The grand parade of lifeless packaging
All ready to use
It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging
I just need a fuse
[Verse 2]
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 superlatives
Brother John is number nine

[Chorus]
The grand parade of lifeless packaging
All ready to use
It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging
I just need a fuse

[Verse 3]
And the décor 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 (Grand parade)
For the grand parade
Oh, it's the grand parade
For the grand parade
[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
The grand parade
For the grand parade
The grand parade
Grand parade