Day to day, the great charade
Masks worn by day in plain
Pain washed away by casks
It's all a part of the Fake Parade

Blood soaked life grenade
Pounding away, offered up in hand
Man made and mad sounding
Tattered sleeve worn stained

Give it up for this Fake Parade
Give it up for mistakes made

No hook lines or chorus
Oh Lord, dearly departed
Discarded so clearly, Lord knows
They sing dead songs for us

Life is not a masquerade
Brave it all, show your face
Pace along into the grave
One more step in the Fake Parade

Give it up for this Fake Parade
Give it up for mistakes made