Pulp - Mis-Shapes Lyrics

Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here, too, oh really

Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh
'Cause they just wanna 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, oh-oh-oh

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, 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
That much money could drag you under, oh
What's the point in being rich
If you can't 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, oh-oh-oh

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, 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

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 gonna 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, 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, yeah
And that's our minds, yeah