Mis‐Shapes - Single Version Songtext
von Pulp
Mis‐Shapes - Single Version Songtext
Misshapes, 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 really
Misshapes, 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 streets
They think they′ve got us beat
But revenge is gonna 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 rage
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 very thick
Oh, we weren't supposed to be
We learned 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 rage
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 streets
They think that they've got us beat
But revenge is gonna 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 rage
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
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 really
Misshapes, 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 streets
They think they′ve got us beat
But revenge is gonna 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 rage
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 very thick
Oh, we weren't supposed to be
We learned 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 rage
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 streets
They think that they've got us beat
But revenge is gonna 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 rage
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
Writer(s): Stephen Patrick Mackey, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Candida Doyle, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Mark Andrew Webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
