From the Hips

I’m at my best when I’m at my worst
I’m at my worst when it’s not rehearsed
I don’t want to know the goddamn words
I don’t want to have to spell it out
Don’t want to mumble what I’m trying to say
I want to scream it from my foaming mouth
Shoot out the lights and ride away
I’m in my worst when I’m at my best
I’m at my best when I’m trying to look and think and talk
And sing and read and write like all the rest
We’re all just trying to play our roles
In a play that runs ad nauseum
I hate this damn enlightenment
We were better off as animals
We’re at our best when it’s from our hips
From our hips we don’t give a shit
It just feels good, and that’s no sin
It’s the only way to feel alive
The closest thing to being born again
And when baby comes its «job well done»
Roll in the hay, or roll around the sun
We’re at our worst when it’s from our lips
From our lips we caused a rift
And the world is fallin' in
From Babel to barroom brawls
Our words have formed a death sentence
And I wish that we had never talked
Our hips said it all
And I wish that we had never talked
Our hips said it all