Besedila: Cursive. Mama, I'm Swollen. 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 wanna know the goddamn words
I don't wanna have to spell it out

Don't wanna mumble what I'm trying to say
I wanna 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
And I hate this damn enlightenment
We were better off as animals, right?

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 it's 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 falling in
From babble to bar room brawls
Our words have formed a death sentence

And I wish that we had never talked
Our hips said it all
Hey, hey

And I wish that we had never talked
Our hips said it all