P.C.P. - Live at the Astoria, December 1994

P. C. P.

What you think of?

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
Naive, blind, atheist, sadist
Stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence
Of her silence

P. C. P. a P. C. police victory
P. C. P. a P. C. pyrrhic victory
When I was young, P. C. meant Police Constable

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

P. C. P. a P. C. police victory
P. C. P. a P. C. pyrrhic victory
When I was young, P. C. meant Police Constable

P.C. caresses bigots and big brother
Read Leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice
To be scared of
Of feathers

P. C. P. a P. C. police victory
P. C. P. 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
Love and hate
Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac



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Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield
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