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
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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
[Interlude]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
[Interlude]
That�s who we are.
