From The Hip - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions

This one’s from the hip

Oh mother you have sorely misjudged me It should have been whipped

Out of me Without a father figured i Yeh I concluded then that i’m

Not for spitting on This one’s from the hip

My love I should have warned you about me It never got whipped

Out of me Me and my modesty and

Mother your wretched son won’t

Take his medicine

Not i I don’t care anymore

I’m sick and I’m tired

And I don’t care anymore

This one’s from the hip

Why should I know why?

It’s a wicked world

I’ve had it up to here

Sweet jesus I should have warned you about me It’s sure to end in tears

And misery

Without a father figured i Yeh I concluded then that i’m

Not for spitting on Not i…

Why should I know why should I care?

Who’s telling me what I should wear?

Mother your wretched son is hooked on his medicine

I don’t care anymore

I’m sick and I’m tired

And I don’t care anymore

This one’s from the hip

Why should I know why

It’s a wicked world