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