They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
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It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from
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We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t
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With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint
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That’s who we are
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That’s how we roll
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The Outsiders, The Outsiders
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Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained
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When we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rain
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We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
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Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back
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That’s who we are
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We do our talking, walk that walk
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Wide open rocking
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That’s how we roll
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Our backs to the wall
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A band of brothers
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Together, alone, the Outsiders
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We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
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Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
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So fire 'em up and get a lil higher
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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We’re the bad news
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We’re the young guns
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We’re the ones that they told you to run from
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Yeah, the player’s gonna play, and a haters gonna hate
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And a regulators born to regulate
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When it hits the fan, and it all goes down
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And the gloves come off
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You’re gonna find out just
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Who we are
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We do our talking, walk that walk
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Wide open rocking
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That’s how we roll
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Our backs to the wall
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A band of brothers
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Together, alone, the outsiders
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We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires
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Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
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So fire 'em up and get a lil higher
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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The Outsiders
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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The Outsiders
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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You’re gonna know who we are
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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The Outsiders
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Woah-oh-oh
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Woah-oh-oh
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That’s who we are |