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Låt av brittiska pop-bandet [[Pulp]]. | Låt av brittiska pop-bandet [[Pulp]]. | ||
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Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. | Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. | ||
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Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you | Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you | ||
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We don't do the things you do, but we live around here too. | We don't do the things you do, but we live around here too. | ||
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Oh really. | Oh really. | ||
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Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it | Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it | ||
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Oh 'cause they just want to keep us out. | Oh 'cause they just want to keep us out. | ||
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You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out. | You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out. | ||
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Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see? | Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see? | ||
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The future's owned by you and me. | The future's owned by you and me. | ||
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There won't be fighting in the street. | There won't be fighting in the street. | ||
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They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. | They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. | ||
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We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines. | We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines. | ||
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Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah: | Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah: | ||
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We want your homes, we want your lives, | We want your homes, we want your lives, | ||
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we want the things you won't allow us. | we want the things you won't allow us. | ||
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We won't use guns, we won't use bombs | We won't use guns, we won't use bombs | ||
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We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. | We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. | ||
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Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh. | Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh. | ||
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What's the point of being rich if you can't think what to do with it? | What's the point of being rich if you can't think what to do with it? | ||
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'Cause you're so very thick. | 'Cause you're so very thick. | ||
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Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now | Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now | ||
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we can't help but see. | we can't help but see. | ||
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That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about. | That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about. | ||
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We're making a move, we're making it now, | We're making a move, we're making it now, | ||
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We're coming out of the side-lines. | We're coming out of the side-lines. | ||
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Just put your hands up - it's a raid. | Just put your hands up - it's a raid. | ||
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We want your homes, we want your lives, | We want your homes, we want your lives, | ||
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we want the things you won't allow us. | we want the things you won't allow us. | ||
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We won't use guns, we won't use bombs | We won't use guns, we won't use bombs | ||
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We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. | We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. | ||
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Brothers, sisters, can't you see? | Brothers, sisters, can't you see? | ||
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The future's owned by you and me. | The future's owned by you and me. | ||
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There won't be fighting in the street. | There won't be fighting in the street. | ||
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They think they've got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet. | They think they've got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet. | ||
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We're making a move. We're making it now. | We're making a move. We're making it now. | ||
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We're coming out of the sidelines. | We're coming out of the sidelines. | ||
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Just put your hands up - it's a raid. | Just put your hands up - it's a raid. | ||
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We want your homes, we want your lives, | We want your homes, we want your lives, | ||
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we want the things you won't allow us. | we want the things you won't allow us. | ||
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We won't use guns, we won't use bombs | We won't use guns, we won't use bombs | ||
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We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that'sour minds. | We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that'sour minds. | ||
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And that's our minds. Yeah. | And that's our minds. Yeah. | ||
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Nuvarande version från 3 september 2008 kl. 13.07
Låt av brittiska pop-bandet Pulp.
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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 around 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 of being rich if you can't think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so very 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 sidelines.
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'sour minds.
And that's our minds. Yeah.
