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Tytuł: P.C.

  • Wykonawca: Guttermouth
  • Wy¶wietleń: 323
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.