Listen to Mis-Shapes by Pulp

Mis-Shapes

Pulp

Rock

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Pulp - Mis-Shapes
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pulp
Pulp
Performer
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Keyboards
Russell Senior
Russell Senior
Guitar
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bass Guitar
Matthew Vaughan
Matthew Vaughan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Russell Senior
Russell Senior
Composer
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Composer
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Composer
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Nicholas
David Nicholas
Engineer
Geoff Pesche
Geoff Pesche
Mastering Engineer
Julie Gardener
Julie Gardener
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Metcalfe
Kevin Metcalfe
Mastering Engineer
Pete Lewis
Pete Lewis
Engineer
Tim Burrell
Tim Burrell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh We don't look 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 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 - it's a raid yeah. We want your homes, We want your lives, We want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, We won't use bombs, We'll use the one thing we've got more of - That's our minds. Check your lucky numbers, That much money could drag you under, oh. What's the point in being rich If you cant think what to do with it? 'Cause you're so bleeding thick. Oh we weren't supposed to be, We learnt too much at school now we Can't help but see That the future that you've got mapped out is Nothing much to shout about. We're making a move, We're making it now, We're coming out of the side-lines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid. We want your homes, We want your lives, We want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, We won't use bombs, We'll use the one thing we've got more of That's our minds. 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 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 - it's a raid. We want your homes, We want your lives, We want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, We won't use bombs, We'll use the one thing we've got more of That's our minds. Yeah. And that's our minds. Yeah.
Writer(s): Stephen Patrick Mackey, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Candida Doyle, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Mark Andrew Webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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