Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mis-Shapes, artist - Pulp. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Mis-Shapes |
| Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits |
| Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh |
| Oh, we don’t look the same as you |
| And we don’t do the things you do |
| But we live 'round 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, now 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 |
| How much money could drag you under? |
| Oh |
| Oh, what’s the point of being rich |
| If you can’t think what to do with it? |
| 'Cause you’re so bleedin' 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 |
| 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, yeah |
| That’s our minds, yeah |