Genesis's Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging didn't need much changing:

"It's the last great adventure left to mankind"
Screams a smoke-eyed 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.

It was the Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
All ready to use
The Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
I just need a fuse.

Got people stocked in just one shade,
You 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 recognise some of the production line,
No mask at all in labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers on human bandage.

The Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
All ready to use
It's the Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
I just need Fox News.

Facebook runs like clockwork
Their posts mark out the time,
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyone's a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brother John is No. 9.

The Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
Ready to use
It's the Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
I just need a fuse.

And the boat wakes on the surface
Planned out their future day
I see no sign of floating,
So I guess I'll have to pay, pay my way.

It's the Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
All ready to use
The Boat Parade of Shameless Bigotry
I just need a fuse.