by Jarvis Cocker
“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…”
You can read the lyrics in full here. Pulp’s Mis-Shapes was just one of many observations on society experienced as an outsider.
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