The Others লিরিক্স

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...