Song Lyrics
They think they ve got us beat, nothing much to shout about
Just put your hands up it s a raid, we want your homes
Now we can t help but see, we want your homes
We want your homes, we want your homes, we want your lives
You could end up with a smack in the mouth, just put your hands up it s a raid yeah, we re coming out of the sidelines
You could end up with a smack in the mouth, just put your hands up it s a raid, we want your homes
We re making a move, we want your homes
we won t use bombs
They think they ve got us beat, now we can t help but see
We re coming out of the sidelines, we re making a move Pulp, raised on a diet of broken biscuits
we re coming out of the side-lines
We want the things you won t allow us, we learnt too much at school, how much money could drag you under
we re coming out of the side-lines
We want the things you won t allow us, and we don t do the things you do
We want your lives, we weren t supposed to be Mis-Shapes, how much money could drag you under
We weren t supposed to be, we re making a move Pulp, we re making it now
you could end up with a smack in the mouth
nothing much to shout about
You could end up with a smack in the mouth, we re making it now
we don t look the same as you
We want the things you won t allow us, we won t use bombs
We re making a move, what s the point of being rich Mis-Shapes, the future s owned by you and me
We don t look the same as you, nothing much to shout about
we re making a move
Cause they just want to keep us out, how much money could drag you under Mis-Shapes, just put your hands up it s a raid
can t you see
We want your homes, we want the things you won t allow us, the future s owned by you and me
Check your lucky numbers, we won t use bombs
We re making a move, we won t use bombs
We ll use the one thing we ve got more of, if you can t think what to do with it
We want your homes, can t you see Pulp, now we can t help but see
We won t use bombs, we won t use guns
