Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we
don't look at the same as
you, 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 smash in the mouth just for standing out. Oh 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 a 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 ū it's 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 ūthat's our minds. Check your
lucky numbers, that much
money could drag under, oh. What's the point of being rich if you can't
think what do to with it ?
'Cause you're so bleeding 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 too 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 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 ūthat'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 a 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 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 ūthat's our minds.
And that's our minds. Yeah
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