| Got a gypsy soul, I’m a rebel and rogue |
| And I’m always on the run |
| With a fire inside I ain’t ever gonna die |
| I’m a locked and loaded gun |
| When the matches strike and the gasoline lights |
| It’s only just begun |
| One thing I learned is you can watch it all burn |
| But the flame ain’t ever done |
| Ooh |
| Raise 'em up a little higher, your lighters |
| Outlaws and outsiders |
| Ooh |
| Some call me a renegade, the enemy |
| Throw your hands up if you feel the same |
| Whoa, living life at the edge |
| Just say what you wanna say or walk away |
| I’ll stand tall when there’s hell to pay |
| Ain’t no power higher |
| We’re the outlaws and outsiders |
| I was born in the dark with a fearless heart |
| And a taste for the other side |
| I was a crazy ass kid, all the shit I did |
| I’m amazed that I’m still alive |
| They thought I’d change with a little bit of age |
| But you know I never will |
| Takes too much time to walk a straight line |
| I don’t have time to kill |
| Ooh |
| Raise your fist up higher, you’re fighters |
| Outlaws and outsiders |
| Ooh |
| Some call me a renegade, the enemy |
| Throw your hands up if you feel the same |
| Whoa, living life at the edge |
| Just say what you wanna say or walk away |
| I’ll stand tall when there’s hell to pay |
| Ain’t no power higher |
| We’re the outlaws and outsiders |
| Some call me a renegade, the enemy |
| Throw your hands up if you feel the same |
| Whoa, living life at the edge |
| Just say what you wanna say or walk away |
| I’ll stand tall when there’s hell to pay |
| Ain’t no power higher |
| We’re the outlaws and outsiders |
| Outlaws and outsiders |
| Oh, yeah |