Mis-Shapes

Pulp

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don´t look the same as you
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
´Cos they just want to keep us out
You could end up with a smash 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 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, 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…