Besedila:
Social Distortion Like An Outlaw For You

for you, for you Like an outlaw, I'd lurk in the baddest part of town I'd wait there for you, baby Until they hunt me down for you, for you Like an outlaw

For you-for you Like an outlaw They'd put a price on my head Wanted dead or alive or painted a bloodied red For you-for you Like an outlaw I'd kill for