Theyre the in crowd, were the other ones Its a different kind of cloth that were 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 Were the junkyard dogs, were the alley cats Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back Thats who we are We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking Thats how we roll Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the Outsiders Were the riders, were the ones burning rubber off our tires. Yeah, were 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 [Interlude] Were the bad news Were the young guns Were 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 Youre gonna find out just Who we are We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking Thats how we roll Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the outsiders Were the riders, were the ones burning rubber off our tires Yeah, were 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 Youre gonna know who we are [Interlude] Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh [Interlude] Thats who we are
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