3.Mis-Shapes
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 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. 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. 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.
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