The Others

I'm getting sick

Of you calling it chic

To describe what is that i am

When i know that i'm damned

Cause i got no own place to go

I'm getting sick and tired

You say you know my kind

But i'm a one of a kind

I'm blind leading blind

Cause we got no own place to go

But we're the pounding of the drums

We're your next-door neighbour

You sure must have known

You got nowhere to go

The others, o-oh-oh!

The others, o-oh-oh!

The in-lovers, oh-oh-oh!

I'm building an army of misplaced lovers

Known as "the others"

Working under covers of love

Cause we got nowhere else to go

Gonna enlist every baldheaded chick with a dick

Every queer that is here so you stupid gits

Know, you're fucked-up, nowhere to go

Hear the pounding of the drums

From your next-door neighbour

You sure must have known

You got nowhere to go

The others, o-oh-oh!

The others, oh-oh-oh!

The in-lovers, o-oh-oh!

I'm building an army of misplaced lovers

Known as "the others"

Working under covers

The others...