Lloyd Cole and the Commotions - From The Hip Lyrics

Lyrics 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



Writer(s): Clark Neil Robert, Blair Gray Cowan, Lloyd Cole, Derek Wallace Mc Killop, Lawrence Donegan, Stephen Irvine


Lloyd Cole and the Commotions - Mainstream
Album Mainstream
date of release
01-01-1987




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