Ark - The Others Lyrics
I'm getting sickOf you calling it chicto describe what is that I amWhen I know that I'm damnedcause I got no own place to goI'm getting sick and tiredYou say you know my kindBut I'm a one of a kindI'm blind leading blindCause we got no own place to goBut we're the pounding of the drumsWe're your next-door neighbourYou sure must have knownYou got nowhere to goThe Others, O-oh-Oh!The Others, O-oh-Oh!The In-Lovers, Oh-oh-Oh!I'm building an army of misplaced loversKnown as "the others"Working under covers of loveCause we got nowhere else to goGonna enlist every baldheaded chick with a dickEvery queer that is here so you stupid gitsKnow, you're *****ed-up, nowhere to goHear the pounding of the drumsfrom your next-door neighbourYou sure must have knownYou got nowhere to goThe Others, O-oh-Oh!The Others, Oh-oh-Oh!The In-Lovers, O-oh-Oh!I'm building an army of misplaced loversKnown as "the others"Working under coversThe Others...
