Artist/Band:
Pulp
Lyrics for Song: Mis-Shapes
Lyrics for Album: Different Class
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
Oh we donÂ’t look the same as you,
And we donÂ’t do the things you do,
But we live round here too.
Oh really.
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits,
WeÂ’d like to go to town but we cant 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.
Now really.
Brothers, sisters, canÂ’t you see?
The futureÂ’s owned by you and me.
There wonÂ’t be fighting in the street.
They think theyÂ’ve got us beat,
But revenge is going to be so sweet.
WeÂ’re making a move,
WeÂ’re making it now.
WeÂ’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 wont allow us.
We wonÂ’t use guns,
We wonÂ’t use bombs,
WeÂ’ll use the one thing weÂ’ve got more of
– That’s our minds.
Check your lucky numbers,
That much money could drag you under, oh.
WhatÂ’s the point in being rich,
If you cant think what to do with it?
‘Cause you’re so bleeding thick.
Oh we werenÂ’t supposed to be,
We learnt too much at school now we
CanÂ’t help but see
That the future that youÂ’ve got mapped out is
Nothing much to shout about.
WeÂ’re making a move,
WeÂ’re making it now.
WeÂ’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 wont allow us.
We wonÂ’t use guns,
We wonÂ’t use bombs,
WeÂ’ll use the one thing weÂ’ve got more of
– That’s our minds.
And brothers, sisters, canÂ’t you see?
The futureÂ’s owned by you and me.
There wonÂ’t be fighting in the street.
They think theyÂ’ve got us beat,
But revenge is going to be so sweet.
WeÂ’re making a move,
WeÂ’re making it now.
WeÂ’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 wont allow us.
We wonÂ’t use guns,
We wonÂ’t use bombs,
WeÂ’ll use the one thing weÂ’ve got more of
– That’s our minds, yeah.
And thatÂ’s our minds, yeah.
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