The Others Lyrics

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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, O-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…

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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, O-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…

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