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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 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 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 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 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 side-lines Just put your hands up - it's a raid 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 side-lines Just put your hands up - it's a raid 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 that's our minds Yeah
