1.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
'Cause 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？
'Cause you're so very 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, 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
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