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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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 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
[Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
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