Lyrics: From The Hip
Album: Mainstream
Artist: Lloyd Cole
 

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