Mark Webber - Mis-Shapes lyrics

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