A Bm A “It’s the last great adventure left to mankind!” Bm A Screams a drooping lady Bm A Bm C Offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices, G C G And as the notes and coins are taken out C G C Im taken in, to the factory floor. G A F G For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging A F G A All ready to use the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging just need a fuse. A Bm Got people stocked in every shade, A Bm Must be doing well with trade. A Bm Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality. A Bm That evens out their personality. C G With profit potential marked by a sign, C G I can recognise some of the production line, C G No bite at all in labour bondage, C G Just wrinkled wrappers of human bandage. A F G The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging A All ready to use A F G A Its the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging just need a fuse. A Bm The hall runs like clockwork A Bm Their hands mark out the time, A Bm Empty in their fullness A Bm Like a frozen pantomime. C G Everyones a sales representative C G Wearing slogans in their shrine. C G Dishing out failsafe superlative, C G Brother John is No. 9. A F G For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging A All ready to use A F G A Its the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging just need a fuse. A Bm The decor on the ceiling A Bm Has planned out their future day A Bm I see no sign of free will, A Bm C So I guess Ill have to pay, pay my way, G C For the Grand Parade. A F G For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging A All ready to use A F G The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging just need a fuse.