Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
we donât look the same as you, we donât do the things you do, but we
live around here too. oh really. mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, weâd
like to go to town but we canât risk it, oh âcause 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, canât you see? the futureâs owned by
you and me. there wonât be fighting in the street. they think theyâve
got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. weâre making a move,
weâre making it now, weâre coming out of the side-lines. just put your
hands up - itâs a raid yeah: we want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you wonât allow us. we wonât use guns, we wonât
use bombs, weâll use the one thing weâve got more of - thatâs our
minds. check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you
under, oh. whatâs the point of being rich if you canât think what to do
with it? âcause youâre so very thick. oh we werenât supposed to be, we
learnt too much at school now we canât help but see. that the future
that youâve got mapped out is nothing much to shout about. weâre
making a move, weâre making it now, weâre coming out of the
side-lines. just put your hands up - itâs a raid. we want your homes,
we want your lives, we want the things you wonât allow us. we wonât
use guns, we wonât use bombs, weâll use the one thing weâve got more
of - thatâs our minds. brothers, sisters, canât you see? the futureâs
owned by you and me. there wonât be fighting in the street. they think
theyâve got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet. weâre making
a move. weâre making it now. weâre coming out of the sidelines. just
put your hands up - itâs a raid. we want your homes, we want your
lives, we want the things you wonât allow us. we wonât use guns, we
wonât use bombs, weâll use the one thing weâve got more of - thatâs
our minds. and thatâs our minds. yeah.