Pulp: Mis shapes

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh weDon't look at the same asYou, we don't do the things you do, but we live round here too. ohReally. mis-shapes, mistakes,Misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh 'cause theyJust want to keep us out. youCould end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out. oh really.Brothers, sisters, can't youSee ? the future's owned by you and me. there won't be fighting in theStreet. they think they'veGot us a 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 raidYeah. we want your homes,We want your lives, we want the things you won't allow us. we won't useGuns, we won't use bombs,We'll use the one thing we've got more of that's our minds. check yourLucky numbers, that muchMoney could drag under, oh. what's the point of being rich if you can'tThink what do to with it ?'cause you're so bleeding thick. oh we weren't supposed to be, we learntToo much at school nowWe can't help but see that the future that you've got mapped out isNothing much too shout about.We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of theSide-lines. just put your handsUp - it's raid yeah. we want your homes, we want your lives, we want theThings you won't allow us.We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've gotMore of that's ourMinds. brothers, sisters, can't you see ? the future's owned by you andMe. there won't beFighting in the street. they think they've got us a beat, but revenge isGoing to be so sweet. we'reMaking a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines.Just put your hands upIt's raid yeah. we want your homes, we want your lives, we want theThings you won't allow us. weWon't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've gotMore of that's our minds.And that's our minds. yeah