Pulp - Mis-Shapes

Mis-shapes, 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 Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh 'Cos they just want to keep us out You could end up with a smack in the mouth Just for standing out, oh 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 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 of being rich If you can't think what to do with it 'Cos 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 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 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, 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