Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits
Oh, we don't look the same as you
And 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, 'cos 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 sidelines
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 in being rich
if you can't think what to do with it
'cos 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 to shout about
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 brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think that 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, 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
And that's our minds, yeah
And that's our minds, yeah
* On the single "bleeding" is changed to "very"
Details here.
We shall fight them in "The Beeches" - and "The Stag" and "The King's Head" if it comes to that.
You know the score - ten blokes with 'taches in short-sleeved white shirts telling you that you're the weirdo.
Fear not brothers and sisters - we shall prevail. Live on.