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, O-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, 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...      Oh-oh oh-oh   The others...   Oh-oh-oh   Here comes the others   Here comes the others      The Others, O-oh-Oh!   The Others, O-oh-Oh!   The In-Lovers, O-oh-Oh!      The others, others, others O-oh-Oh!   The others, The others O-oh-Oh!   The others, others, others O-oh-Oh!