The Ark - The Others lyrics

I'm getting tired and sick Of you calling it chick 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-neighbours 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 f**ed up, nowhere to go Hear the pounding of the drums from you 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...