Lyrics:

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

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

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh

Thats who we are