Pulp:Mis-Shapes
                  This one is from their Album "Different Class".Here's how it goes:

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Chords used: E A D G B e
  Gmaj7      x x 5 4 3 2
  Cmaj7      3 3 2 0 0 0
  EmaddC     0 2 2 0 1 0
  Em6        0 2 2 0 2 0
                                  
verse#1
        A
        Mis-Shapes, Mistakes, Misfits,
        E
        raised on a diet of broken biscuits...oh,
        F#m
        we don't look look the same as you,
        D
        we don't do the things you do,
            D7
        but we live round here too....oh really, 

verse#2
        Mis-Shapes, Mistakes, Misfits,
        we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it...oh, (like verse#1)
        'cause the want to keep us out,
        You could end up with a smash in the mouth,
        Just for standing out...oh really,                            
                                                     
verse#3
        A                          E                                     
        Brothers,sisters can't you see,
                                     F#m
        The futures owned by you and me,
                                      D
        They wont be fighting in the street,

        They think the've got us beat,
              D7
        But revenge is gonna be so...sweet..

Chorus:
        G             Gmaj7                 G7       
       We're making a move, we're making it now

       we're coming out of the sidelines
        C             Cmaj7          C7   C   C7
       Just put your hands up it's a raid ...yeah

                     Em                 EmaddC     
       We want your homes, we want your lives,
                     Em6                EmaddC 
       we want the things you wont allow us,
                    Em                EmaddC
       We wont use guns, we wont use bombs,
                          Em6                 EmaddC
       we'll use the one thing we're got more of...
                   Em  EmaddC Emin6 Em
       thats our minds.....

verse#4
        Check your lucky number,
        That much money could drag you under..oh       (like verse#1)
        whats the point of being rich
        if you cant think what to do with it
        cause you're so very thick....

verse#5
        Oh we weren't supposed to be,
        We learnt too much at school now we..           (like verse#3)
        can't help but see that the 
        future that you've got mapped is
        nothing much to shout about....

                      Chorus

                      -guitar break-
               
                       verse#3 

                       Chorus.................END!