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