Guttermouth - P. C. lyrics

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