we don't know quite where we come from
but probably straight from hell
none of us have a mother
and all our pops are in jail
we're a rag-tag group of children
our version of the sun is the moon
live inside devil's canyon
get around by hot air balloon
we are the outlaws
we were without cause
but now we have cause
bitch, take your clothes off
we ride on bullet trains
we're more than angry
and a little gay
just let us marry
man factory
heed our decree
we are the outlaws
we were without cause
but now we have cause
bitch, take your clothes off
we ride on bullet trains (ride with me!)
we're more than angry
and a little gay
just let us marry
man factory
heed our decree |