"The last great adventure left to mankind"
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-Screams a drooping lady
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offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices,
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and as the notes and coins are taken out
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I'm taken in, to the factory floor.
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For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-All ready to use
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the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-just need a fuse.
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Got people stocked in every shade,
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Must be doing well with trade.
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Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
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That evens out their personality.
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With profit potential marked by a sign,
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I can recognise some of the production line,
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No bite at all in labour bondage,
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Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.
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The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-All ready to use
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It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-just need a fuse.
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The hall runs like clockwork
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Their hands mark out the time,
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Empty in their fullness
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Like a frozen pantomime.
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Everyone's a sales representative
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Wearing slogans in their shrine.
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Dishing out failsafe superlative,
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Brothere John is No. 9.
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For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-All ready to use
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It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-just need a fuse.
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The decor on the ceiling
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has planned out their future day
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I see no sign of free will,
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so I guess I'll have to pay,
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pay my way,
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for the Grand Parade.
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for the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-All ready to use
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the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
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-just need a fuse.
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The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging
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Genesis |