Mis-Shapes - Pulp

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits

Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh

Oh, we don’t look the same as you

And we don’t do the things you do

But we live 'round here too, oh really

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits

We’d like to go to town but we can’t risk it, oh

'Cause they just want to keep us out

You could end up with a smack in the mouth

Just for standing out, now really

Brothers, sisters, can’t you see?

The future’s owned by you and me

There won’t be fighting in the street

They think they’ve got us beat

But revenge is going to be so sweet

We’re making a move, we’re making it now

We’re coming out of the side-lines

Just put your hands up — it’s a raid, yeah

We want your homes, we want your lives

We want the things you won’t allow us

We won’t use guns, we won’t use bombs

We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of —

That’s our minds

Check your lucky numbers

How much money could drag you under?

Oh

Oh, what’s the point of being rich

If you can’t think what to do with it?

'Cause you’re so bleedin' thick

Oh, we weren’t supposed to be

We learnt too much at school

Now we can’t help but see

That the future that you’ve got mapped out is

Nothing much to shout about

We’re making a move, we’re making it now

We’re coming out of the side-lines

Just put your hands up — it’s a raid yeah

We want your homes, we want your lives

We want the things you won’t allow us

We won’t use guns, we won’t use bombs

We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of —

That’s our minds

Brothers, sisters, can’t you see?

The future’s owned by you and me

There won’t be fighting in the street

They think they’ve got us beat

But revenge is going to be so sweet

We’re making a move.

We’re making it now

We’re coming out of the sidelines

Just put your hands up — it’s a raid

We want your homes, we want your lives

We want the things you won’t allow us

We won’t use guns, we won’t use bombs

We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of —

That’s our minds, yeah

That’s our minds, yeah