P.C. Lyrics & Tabs by Guttermouth
P.C.
guitar chords lyrics
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 goes, "MAN, 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 thats like calling a
Mexican-American a Mexican. or worse yet it's like calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" it
pissed me off so bad that i died my hair blue, got a nose ring 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
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.
