They're the in crowd, we're the other onesIt's a different kind of cloth that we're cut fromWe let our colors show, where the numbers ain'tWith the paint where there ain't supposed to be paintThat's who we areThat's how we rollThe Outsiders, The OutsidersOur women get hot, and our leather gets stainedWhen we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rainWe're the junkyard dogs, we're the alley catsKeep the wind at our front, and the hell at our backThat's who we areWe do our talking, walk that walkWide open rockingThat's how we rollOur backs to the wallA band of brothersTogether, alone, the OutsidersWe're the riders, we're the ones burning rubber off our tiresYeah, we're the fighters, the all-nightersSo fire 'em up and get a lil higherWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-oh[Instrumental]We're the bad newsWe're the young gunsWe're the ones that they told you to run fromYeah, the player's gonna play, and a haters gonna hateAnd a regulators born to regulateWhen it hits the fan, and it all goes downAnd the gloves come offYou're gonna find out justWho we areWe do our talking, walk that walkWide open rockingThat's how we rollOur backs to the wallA band of brothersTogether, alone, the outsidersWe're the riders, we're the ones burning rubber off our tiresYeah, we're the fighters, the all-nightersSo fire 'em up and get a lil higherWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohThe OutsidersWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohThe OutsidersWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohYou're gonna know who we are[Instrumental]Woah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohThe OutsidersWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-oh[Instrumental]That's who we are
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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
[Instrumental]
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
[Instrumental]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
[Instrumental]
That's who we are
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