Lyrics to The Others
The Others Video:
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...
Songwriters: SALO, OLA / AXEN PERSSON, MARTIN KARL / JEPSSON, MIKAEL BJOERN-INGEL / LJUNGBERG, LARS HENRIK / SCHLEGEL, SYLVESTER DAVID OLOF
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SOCIEDAD GENERAL DE AUTORES DE ESPANA S G A E
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