Other always told me
You got a pretty face, stop frowning
But you shattered all that I needed
Sometimes you pick up what is left and carry it forever

I can see it now
That I'm riding with the good crowd
I can't regret those parts of me
Runnin' through the streets
Seventh Heaven was playing on the television set
I'm fighting heavy set champion 'cause I'm carrying that weight

Other (I'm just the other, just the)
Other (Devil child, black sheep)
(The made up things, they made me)

Sober or on a bender
Clawing through emotions never made no difference
Believe me, fighting is normal
Sometimes you pick up what is left and carry it forever

I can see it now
That I'm riding with the good crowd
Backwards thinking for the kids
Served with toast and eggs
So, why am I the devil for burning down the picket fence
When I'm just trying to run from the problems
That you've served up on my plate?

Other (I'm just the other, just the)
Other (Devil child, black sheep)
(The made up things, they made me)
(A devil child, a black sheep)
(The made up things, they made me)
(A devil child, a black sheep)
(The made up things, they made me)
(The made up things, they made me)

(The made up things, they made me)
(The made up things, they made me)
(The made up things, they made me)
(The made up things, they made me)