Guttermouth - P. C. Lyrics
You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people whoArent exactly politically correct. like the other day, I was out walkingMy siberian-american huskies. and you know how canines are: they like toSniff everything, including each others butts. so some guy walks up andHe says, man, get your dogs ass out of that other dogs nose!So, I replied, how dare you call them dogs! theyre siberian-americanHuskies. thats like calling an african-american a black. or calling aMexican-american a mexican. or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot! itPissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved toSan francisco!My bus is broken downMy spirits broken tooMy girls by my sideSo I dont feel so blueThirty miles moreTo make it to the cityWhere junk is kingAnd the air smells shittyWhat a friendly townIt really suits us wellIt took some getting used toThat *****ing hippy smellEveryone corrects meEvery time I speakIm sick and *****ing tiredOf feeling like a stupid l.a. geekI like itI like itI like itI like it, yes I doI say its not an issueIt doesnt shed much lightOn a global scaleIt isnt worth the fightThe tongue that girl speaksIs forked to you and meThat ***** has got a problemI think its called p.c.
