Before Punk (I)

“The last great adventure left to mankind” –

Screams a drooping lady
offering her dreamdolls 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 labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It’s the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

- I just need a fuse.
The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time,
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyones a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brother John is No. 9.
For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

- I just need a fuse.
And the decor on the ceiling
planned out their future day
I see no sign of freewill,
So I guess I have to pay,

pay my way,
for the Grand Parade ...

Grand Parade

Oh, the Grand Parade

Yes, the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

- All ready to use
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

- just need a fuse.
Grand Parade

Grand Parade