P.C.P.-Manic Street Preachers

Lyrics by Richey James and Nicky Wire, music by James Dean Bradfield and Sean Moore Teacher starve your child, P.C. approved As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in Oxford Street Be pure - be vigilant - behave Grey not neon, grey not real Life bleeds, death is your birthright P.C. she speaks impotent, sterile, naïve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence PCP - a P.C. police victory PCP - a P.C. phyrric victory When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference Liposuction for your bad mouth boy Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold Words discoloured, bow to the bland Heal yourself with sinner's salt Doctors arrested for euthanasia Kill smokers through blind vanity If you're fat don't get ill Europe's gravestone carved in plastic P.C. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware Shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets PCP - a P.C. police victory PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference P.C. caresses bigots and big brother, read Leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers PCP - a P.C. police victory PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference Lawyers before love, surrogate sex This land bows down to Yours, unconditional love and hate Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac