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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 round here too Oh reallyMis-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 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 `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 think 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 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 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 Yeah That's our minds Yeah.
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