P.C. — текст песни (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, 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 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.