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
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