From The Hip Lyrics - 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 

Yeah 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