The Outsiders

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