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Richards was interviewd on the Rev Jesse Jackson's radio program on Sunday. I only heard an excerpt, again a sincere sounding apology but....

Something that didn't ring true. I personally could care less what his thoughts or language are. He stated however, that this situation was the first time he'd ever in his life used the N word. Come on. If you've never used a word, ever, it's not likely to just "pop" into your head. Same thing with the rest of his tirade. Thoughts like that don't just "pop" into your head, unless they've been there before. He stated he had lots of personal work to do. Uh Huh. Like resurrecting a so so career?

Apparently his To Do list has lots of entries titled:

Apology to.... and

Appearance to apologize at....

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ok, here's the lyrics

PC means "politically correct" if you didn't know. CP is "conservative party." Combine them, and you get the title of the song, PCP. Also, this is the last song on the album, so I think the last few lines are in the context of the album rather than the song.

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 and 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

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 innoculate, 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

Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference

P.C. caresses bigots and big brother

Read Liviticus, 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 and hate

Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac

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...and I bet nobody can make out a word he is singing either!

Yeah, his vocals may be good, but James Dean Bradfield is the most difficult to understand singer I've ever heard, which is unfortunate, considering Richey was one of the best lyricists in rock.

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