Mis-shapes, mistakes, Raised on a of broken biscuits, oh We look the same as you And we don't do the you do But we live here too, oh really
Mis-shapes, mistakes, We'd like to go to but we can't risk it, oh they just want to keep us out You end up with a smack in the mouth Just for standing out, oh
Brothers, sisters, you see? The future's by you and me won't be fighting in the street They think got us beat But is going to be so sweet
We're making a move, we're it now coming out of the sidelines Just put your hands up, it's a yeah We want homes, we want your lives
We want the you won't allow us We use guns, we won't use bombs We'll use the one thing, got more of That's our
your lucky numbers That much money could you under, oh the point of being rich If you can't think to do with it 'Cos so bleeding thick
Oh, we weren't to be We learnt too much at Now we can't but see That the future that got mapped out is Nothing much to about
We're a move, we're making it now We're out of the sidelines Just put hands up, it's a raid yeah We want your homes, we want your
We the things you won't allow us We use guns, we won't use bombs use the one thing we've got more of That's our
Brothers, sisters, can't you The future's by you and me won't be fighting in the street They think they've got us But is going to be so sweet
We're making a move, making it now We're coming out of the Just put hands up, it's a raid, yeah We want your homes, we your lives
We want the things you won't us We won't use guns, we use bombs We'll use the one thing we've got of our minds, yeah And our minds, yeah