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


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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