Тексты песни «The Others»

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...

I was once like you are now But you will never never be like me We are the others no sisters no brothers Standing alone in the dark We are the lost ones with no place to go Torn in a black undertow Feels like a bullet...

An empty room full of shadows Voices resonate from eight corners You don't want to find out - avoiding questions, ignoring surroundings You search against your will Where are they hiding? It gnaws at you More noises...

Ohh ooh, we are the others Ohh ooh, un-like you Boys, looking for love A young man needs violence Licking guitars, a little desperate Girls, looking for love Their women dressed like violets Whipping cigars, a little...

Boy, keep on digging Into the dirt Dont let no love in Too afraid to hurt Fragmented memories The dice is cast After the frenzy Time to face the past In the air I'm free That's where I'm Born to be

Who are, we and the others Who, unlike you Boys looking for love, A young man needs violence licking guitars a little desperate girl looking for love the women dressed like violence wipping cigars a little desperate...