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- P.C. Lyrics
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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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