P.C.

Song P.C.
Artist Guttermouth
Album Friendly People

Lyrics

You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who
Aren't exactly politically correct. like the other day, i was out walking
My siberian-american huskies. and you know how canines are：they like to
Sniff everything, including each other's butts. so some guy walks up and
He says, "man, get your dog's ass out of that other dog's nose!"
So, i replied, "how dare you call them dogs! they're siberian-american
Huskies. that's like calling an african-american a black. or calling a
Mexican-american a mexican. or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" it
Pissed me off so much i got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to
San francisco!
My bus is broken down
My spirit's broken too
My girl's by my side
So i don't feel so blue
Thirty miles more
To make it to the city
Where junk is king
And the air smells shitty
What a friendly town
It really suits us well
It took some getting used to
That fucking hippy smell
Everyone corrects me
Every time i speak
I'm sick and fucking tired
Of feeling like a stupid l.a. geek
I like it
I like it
I like it
I like it, yes i do
I say it's not an issue
It doesn't shed much light
On a global scale
It isn't worth the fight
The tongue that girl speaks
Is forked to you and me
That bitch has got a problem
I think it's called p.c.

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You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who
Aren' t exactly politically correct. like the other day, i was out walking
My siberianamerican huskies. and you know how canines are: they like to
Sniff everything, including each other' s butts. so some guy walks up and
He says, " man, get your dog' s ass out of that other dog' s nose!"
So, i replied, " how dare you call them dogs! they' re siberianamerican
Huskies. that' s like calling an africanamerican a black. or calling a
Mexicanamerican a mexican. or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" it
Pissed me off so much i got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to
San francisco!
My bus is broken down
My spirit' s broken too
My girl' s by my side
So i don' t feel so blue
Thirty miles more
To make it to the city
Where junk is king
And the air smells shitty
What a friendly town
It really suits us well
It took some getting used to
That fucking hippy smell
Everyone corrects me
Every time i speak
I' m sick and fucking tired
Of feeling like a stupid l. a. geek
I like it
I like it
I like it
I like it, yes i do
I say it' s not an issue
It doesn' t shed much light
On a global scale
It isn' t worth the fight
The tongue that girl speaks
Is forked to you and me
That bitch has got a problem
I think it' s called p. c.