From the Hips - Cursive

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