Pulp - Mis-Shapes

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 cant risk it,
Oh 'cause they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smash 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 wont 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,
That much money could drag you under, oh.
What's the point in being rich,
If you cant think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so bleeding 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.

We want your homes,
We want your lives,
We want the things you wont 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.

And 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 wont 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.
And that's our minds, yeah.