When I was lodging my complaints against the rich little American college boys who are aggressively parochial and conservative in threads on W's transcript, legacy admissions, etc., I was thinking of another song by Pulp -- "Mis-Shapes" from the same album _Different Class_ (1995):
"Check your lucky numbers, That much money can 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 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."
"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 won't use guns, We won't use bombs, We'll use the one thing we've got more of, That's our minds."
"Oh, brothers, sisters, can't you see? The future's owned by you and me."
"They think they got us beat, But revenge is gonna be so sweet." -- Yoshie
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