"P.C." lyrics

(One, two - one, two, three, four)

Watching daytime TV
One of those obscene I'm-fat-it's-your-fault sessions
One fat guy crying, spilling his beans now
Enter the therapist
Well, she can't speak for crying too

P.C. - play hopscotch through a minefield
P.C. - know it's easy cheesy pleasy speak
Some geek from the gender sanitation police
Will wash my mouth out and throw me over in mud

Well, they locked me up for the serial murders
Of a dozen TV talk show hosts
I get a lot of mail now from well-wishers
The thing that bothers me is the audience is still huge

P.C. - play hopscotch through a minefield
P.C. - it's easy cheesy pleasy speak
Some geek from the gender sanitation police
Will wash my mouth out and throw me over in mud
P.C.
P.C. - go tag it, bag it, wrap it up
Some freak from the pardon-me police
Will sever my tongue now and strap me to a cactus

Never said it was a crime
Thought I was doing you a favour
It's just the body language - snap!
How can you tell it like it is anymore?

P.C. - your free choice in a minefield
P.C. - go tag it, bag it, wrap it up
Some freak from the pardon-me-Jesus police
Sever my tongue now and tie me to a cactus

I had to turn it off
Had to clean it all up
For you to rise above it
They locked me up
That's what I call conviction

Turn it off
Clean it up
For you to rise above it...