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
We're 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 **** 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 little higher
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh 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 hater's 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 little higher
The outsiders
The outsiders
You're gonna know
who we are