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...