The Others (Explicit)

The Others - The Ark

Written by：Lars Henrik Ljungberg/Martin Karl Axen Persson/Mikael Bjoern-Ingel Jepsson/Ola Salo/Sylvester David Olof Schlegel

I'm getting sick

Of you calling it chic

To describe what is that I am

When I know that I'm d**ned

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

The others

The in lovers

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 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

The others

The in lovers

I'm building an army of misplaced lovers

Known as the others

Working under covers

The others

The others

Here cuz the others

Here cuz the others

The others

The others

The lovers

The others

The others

The others

The others