Lyrics: Mr. Pc

Selling me the truth but I can see your lips move Fingers behind your back you think you can't loose Give us all a sound bite wrap it up and plug it in Telling me the meaning of what is is so C'mon c'mon c'mon move on dot org Take me to a place that I never been before Gimme me the bad news about the trees Gimme the good news talk to me On and on and on and on you go tell me Mister PC Round and round and round and round you go preach it PC You gotta brilliant way of saying nothing at all Privy information holding out the gold key Gimme the creeps 'The Saudi's' gonna go free Giving us the sign that everything's okay Divvy up the port and pocket all the proceeds C'mon c'mon c'mon we're the poor fools Building up the house of the ACLU Gimme a doctor for my disease Gimme what I need talk to me On and on and on and on you go tell me Mister PC Round and round and round and round you go preach it Mister PC Up and down and all around you go play it PC You gotta brilliant way of saying nothing at all sell out Mister PC On and on and on and on you go Round and round and round and round you go reach out Mister PC Up and down and all around you go you're the man PC You got a billion ways of saying nothing at all