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 smack in the mouth just for standing out. Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
photos: gettyimages from Dries Van Noten, Dick Schonberger and Armand Basi