Manic Street Preachers - P. C. P. Lyrics
Lyrics by richey james and nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean mooreTeacher starve your child, p.c. approvedAs long as the right words are usedSystemised atrocity ignoredAs long as bi-lingual signs on viewTen foot sign in oxford streetBe pure - be vigilant - behaveGrey not neon, grey not realLife bleeds, death is your birthrightP.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, naïve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silencePcp - a p.c. police victoryPcp - a p.c. phyrric victoryWhen I was young p.c. meant police constableNowadays I cant seem to tell the differenceLiposuction for your bad mouth boyCut out your tongue, effigies are soldWords discoloured, bow to the blandHeal yourself with sinners saltDoctors arrested for euthanasiaKill smokers through blind vanityIf youre fat dont get illEuropes gravestone carved in plasticP.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgetsPcp - a p.c. police victoryPcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victoryWhen I was young p.c. meant police constableNowadays I cant seem to tell the differenceP.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathersPcp - a p.c. police victoryPcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victoryWhen I was young p.c. meant police constableNowadays I cant seem to tell the differenceLawyers before love, surrogate sexThis land bows down toYours, unconditional love and hatePass the prozac, designer amnesiac
