The Outsiders

Ther 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 aint. With the paint where there aint supposed to be paint. Thats who we are. Thats 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 little 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 players 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. 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 little higher. Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh. The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh. You re gonna know who we are.