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 to go to town but we can't risk it, oh 'Cos they just want to us out You could end up with a smack in the Just for standing out, oh
Brothers, sisters, you see? The owned by you and me There won't be 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 your hands up, a raid yeah We your 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, we've got of That's our
Check your lucky much money could drag you under, oh What's the point of rich If you can't think what to do it you're so bleeding thick
Oh, we weren't to be We learnt too much at Now we help but see That the future you've got mapped out is Nothing much to about
making a move, we're making it now We're 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 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 owned by you and me There won't be fighting in the They think they've got us But revenge is to be so sweet
We're a move, we're making it now We're out of the sidelines put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah We want your homes, we your 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 that's our minds,