Mis-Shapes
Pulp Lyrics


Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here, too, oh really

Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh
'Cause they just wanna keep us out
You could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, 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, oh-oh-oh

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, 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 can't 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, oh-oh-oh

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, 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

And 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 gonna 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, 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, yeah
And that's our minds, yeah

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Candida Doyle, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Mark Andrew Webber, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Stephen Patrick Mackey

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eszopiclona

Lyrics

Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here too, oh really

Misshapes, 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 smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, 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, oh-oh-oh

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 can't 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, oh-oh-oh

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

And 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, 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, yeah
And that's our minds. Yeah



alphatango933

WE SHALL FLIGHT THEM IN THE BEACHES +

"THE KINGS HEAD" YOU KNOW THE SCORE

10 BLOKES WITH TACHES IN THE SHORT SLEEVED

WHITE SHIRT TELLING YOU THAT YOUR THE WEIRDO

FEAR NOT BROTHER + SISTER

WE SHALL PREVAIL

LIVE ON



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Just Another Betrayed Brit

Jarvis is definitely the most unconventionally beautiful man to ever.

fdka;fj;

💯

Busyboy 42

Totally agree with you! And coming from a heterosexual male hot on the heels of Jarvis are Brett Anderson (she's in fashion) and Morrissey (girlfriend in a coma). All impossibly beautiful human beings.

Design Counts

Although I have one or two of their fantastic songs in my Spotify playlist, I have only in the last week or so 'discovered' Pulp (I lived in USA for a decade), and am totally and utterly obsessed with the band, the music and of course Jarvis. I actually like almost every one of their tracks, the videos are awesome and Jarvis is just so goddamn seductive in a way I cannot explain. Kinda like Bowie I guess? With music today so mediocre or a bad influence for kids due to crap like X-Factor or gang culture, to be able to get into such an outstanding band is refreshing. Now going to go watch all the other Pulp videos and load up the playlist! And keep practising guitar...

Dutty Banksy

He comes across like that purely because he's just being himself...simple as that. They were writing great songs right from the start. That was 10+ years before their first "hit" single/LP!

Jhewitt1267

If you think he's bowie-esque and seductive, may I suggest Suede as well?

Thom Bleasdale

By far the best band of the Britpop scene for me. The intelligent and artful antidote to the laddishness of the era. ❤️✌🏼

eszopiclona

Lyrics

Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here too, oh really

Misshapes, 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 smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, 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, oh-oh-oh

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 can't 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, oh-oh-oh

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

And 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, 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, yeah
And that's our minds. Yeah

Learning It Quietly

Until today I thought the guns/bombs lines went 'We want cheap scones/We want James Bond' haha. I was only 12 when this came out. Thanks for the lyrics!

Wolfie Street

A.k.a, the Communist Manifesto.

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