Texty: Social Distortion. Prison Bound. Like An Outlaw (For You).

Like an outlaw, I'd lie for you
I'd kick and scream and do time for you
I'd rob and steal and go without meals
And terrorize the town 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, 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 you
I'd kick and scream and hang for you
I'd go inside and kick some hide
And bury a man who died for you, for you