מילים לשיר The Others – Ark

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
Cause we got no own place to go
I'm blind leading blind But we're the pounding of the drums
We're your nextYou sure must have known
You got nowhere to go The InThe Others, OThe Others, O
I'm building an army of misplaced lovers
Known as "the others"
Cause we got nowhere else to go
Working under covers of love Gonna enlist every baldheaded chick with a dick
Know, you're fuckedEvery queer that is here so you stupid gits You got nowhere to go
from your nextHear the pounding of the drums
You sure must have known The Others, OThe In
I'm building an army of misplaced lovers
The Others, OhKnown as "the others"
Working under covers
The Others.