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.
