L.C.D. (Plastic Spacemen)

Music by Martin Evans, Paul Haesler, Brett Harrington, Warwick Holt and Phil Merkin

Words by Warwick Holt and Brett Harrington

Written March 1996

Sung by Brett, Wok and Paul

Brett:
Now you've learned not to question
Won't take the heed of some crazy suggestion
That the world's not the perfect land of your dreams
That the world's not the perfect land of your dreams
But someone else's

Everything in nice bite-sized pieces
Everything mashed up so you won't have to chew
Everything ironed so you won't see the creases
Every free idea has been pressured out of you

Who told you to think for yourself?
Just shut up and live by the book
If you can't appreciate the big picture
Then maybe you shouldn't look
Look out now...

Wok:

Clip my tiny wings
Turn down the screws

Why the hell bother, there'll be no reward: (Lowest Common Denominator)
Free thought's a luxury we can ill-afford: (Lowest Common Denominator)
So the surgeons amputate the unhealthy difference: (Lowest Common Denominator)
Who wants to justify their own existence: (Lowest Common Denominator)

I need to belong
I've no need to choose

Thinking below yourself, biding your time: (Lowest Common Denominator)
Another brain pops out the production line: (Lowest Common Denominator)
Just one more homogenised joker: (Lowest Common Denominator)
Ready, aim, firing for the mediocre: (Lowest Common Denominator)

Lowest Common Denominator
Lowest Common Denominator

Brett:
Now you are the perfect human being.

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