p.c. lyrics – guttermouth

you know, what p*sses 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 b*tts. so some guy
walks up and
he says, “man, get your dog’s *ss out of that other dog’s

so, i replied, “how dare you call them dogs! they’re
huskies. that’s like calling an african-american a black. or
calling a
mexican-american a mexican. or calling a h*m*s*xual a stupid
f*ggot!” it
p*ssed 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 sh*tty

what a friendly town
it really suits us well
it took some getting used to
that f*cking hippy smell
everyone corrects me
every time i speak
i’m sick and f*cking 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 b*tch has got a problem
i think it’s called p.c.

/ guttermouth lyrics