P C Lyrics - Friendly People - Guttermouth

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. 

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