Others Lyrics

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 d**k
Every queer that is here so you stupid gits
Know You're f**ked-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

The Ark - State of the Ark

Apr 2006

1. This Piece of Poetry Is Meant to Do Harm
2. Rock City Wankers
3. Clamour for Glamour
4. One of Us Is Gonna Die Young
5. Let Me Down Gently
6. Hey Kwanongoma!
7. Others
8. Girl You're Gonna Get 'Em (Real Soon)
9. Deliver Us from Free Will
10. No End
11. Trust Is Shareware
12. Trust Is Shareware