Lyrics - P C by Guttermouth

You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people whoaren't 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 other's butts.
So some guy walks up andhe says, "
Get your dog's ass out of that other dog's nose!"
So,
I replied, "
How dare you call them dogs!
They're
Siberian-
Americanhuskies.
That's like calling an
African-
American a
Black.
Or calling a
Mexican-
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 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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