Mis-shapes, mistakes, Raised on a diet of biscuits, oh We don't look the as you And we do the things 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 'Cos just want to keep us out You could end up with a smack in the Just for out, oh really
Brothers, sisters, can't you The owned by you and me There be fighting in the street They think got us beat But is going to be so sweet
We're a move, we're 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 you won't allow us We won't use guns, we won't use We'll use the one thing, we've got of That's our
your lucky numbers That much could drag you under, oh What's the of being rich If you can't think what to do it 'Cos so bleeding thick
Oh, we weren't to be We too much at school Now we can't but see That the future that you've got out is much to shout about
We're making a move, making it now We're coming out of the Just put your up, it's a raid yeah We your homes, we want your lives
We the things you won't allow us We won't use guns, we won't use We'll use the one we've got more of our minds
Brothers, sisters, you see? The future's by you and me There be fighting in the street They think got us beat But revenge is going to be so
We're making a move, making it now We're coming out of the put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah We your homes, we want your lives
We the things you won't allow us We won't use guns, we won't use We'll use the one thing we've got of our minds, yeah And our minds, yeah