You wear leather and wear jeans
And you like to deprive.
You live at night, the sun blinds your eyes
You smell of vice and alcohol.
You live outside of authority,
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A suspect you will undoubtedly be,
And you will be:
Out, outside the law
Out, outside the law
Out, outside the law
Out, outside their law
Persecuted without mercy,
By metal men.
Always after you,
They love you play.
They don't leave you alone.
You clean your fingers with cotton,
And you are left with traces of ink.
A new file, social danger.
And now you are:
Out, outside the law
Out, outside the law
Out, outside the law
Out, outside your law
You They point guns, you can't talk.
After a few hours they tell you.
This time you can leave,
But you will be:
Out, out of the law
Out, out of the law
Out, out of the law
Out, out of your law
Out, out of the law
Out, out of the law
Out, out of the law
Out, out of your law