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