Tekster: Weekend Nachos. Your Guidance.

don't get me wrong, some words rub me the wrong way
but is it really your right to tell me what i can't say?
there are so many times when you could turn the other cheek
but instead i think that drama is all you seek

i'm more or less offended by the air you breathe, cuz
you act like you're so much better than everyone including me
give it a rest, i don't want to hear you whine
don't need the p.c. police on my ass, cuz i'm doing fine
without your guidance