P.C.

P.C.

Guttermouth
(album: Friendly People)

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, "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.