Текст песни:
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we
don't look at the same as
you, we don't do the things you do, but we live round here too. Oh
really. Mis-shapes, 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 smash in the mouth just for standing out. Oh really.
Brothers, sisters, can't you
see ? The future's owned by you and me. There won't be fighting in the
street. They think they've
got us a beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. We're making a move,
we're making it now,
we're coming out of the side-lines. Just put your hands up