They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from
We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint
That’s who we are
That’s how we roll
The Outsiders
The Outsiders
Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back
That’s who we are, we do our talking
Walk that walk, wide open rocking
That’s how we roll, our backs to the wall
A band of brothers, together, alone
The Outsiders, we’re the riders
We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire 'em up and get a lil' higher
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
We’re the bad news, we’re the young guns
We’re the ones that they told you to run from
Yeah, the player’s gonna play, and a haters gonna hate
And a regulators born to regulate
When it hits the fan, and it all goes down
And the gloves come off, you’re gonna find out just
Who we are, we do our talking
Walk that walk, wide open rocking
That’s how we roll, our backs to the wall
A band of brothers, together, alone
The Outsiders, we’re the riders
We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire 'em up and get a lil' higher
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
You’re gonna know who we are
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
That’s who we are.
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