Lyrics The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - New Stereo Mix - Genesis

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,
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 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.

As he wanders along the line of packages,
Rael notices a familiarity in some of their faces.
He finally comes upon some of the members of his old gang and worries
About his own safety. Running out through the factory floor,
He catches sight of his brother John
With a number 9 stamped on his forehead.

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 fail safe superlative,
Brother John is No. 9.

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 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
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.