Chapter 1: The East Siders
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own "The Outsiders" or any of the Curtis' Gang. Sigh. The real owner of "The Outsiders" is my favorite author, the fabulous S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write here on this site. I don't own Erik Church's The Outsiders.
A/N: This is a parody, so I hope it's not taken down. I don't claim to own anything. Please review.
They're the in crowd, we're the greaser
It's a different kind of cloth that we're cut from
We start the fights and never get caught
We're the paint where there ain't supposed to be paint
That's who we are
That's how we roll
The East Siders, The East Siders
Our broads 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
No rules to follow
That's how we roll
Our backs to the wall
A gang of brothers
Together, forever, The East Siders
We're the riders, We're the ones slashing Tim Shepard's tires.
Yeah, we're the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire 'em up and get a lil hotter
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 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
You're gonna find out just
Who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
No rules to follow
That's how we roll
Our backs to the wall
A gang of brothers
Together, forever, The East Siders
We're the riders, we're the ones slashing Tim Shepard's tires
Yeah, we're the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire 'em up and get a lil hotter
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The East Siders
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 East Siders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
That's who we are