Guttermouth - P. C. songtekst
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.