From the Hip (promotional video) Songtext
von 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