Out Crowd

I'm for the underdog
Who's been held down
Like the single mom that can't
Seem to catch a break

I'm for the little kid
On the playground
With a bloody nose
That's had all that he can take

There's a damn good reason
He's coming up swinging

He's in the out crowd
Whoa, and that makes you a fighter
When you're in the out crowd
You get pushed around by all the insiders

All the beautiful
The popular
The ones with the money
That ain't me so I'll keep running
With the out crowd

Na na na
Na na na na
Na

Give me the working man
Putting in over time
He really hates his job
But it pays the bills

Give me the singer
Playing in a smokey dive
He ain't living the dream
But believes someday he will

With his song and his guitar
Until he's a star

He's in the out crowd
Yeah and that makes you a fighter
When you're in the out crowd
You get pushed around by
All the insiders

All the beautiful the popular
The ones with the money
That ain't me so i'll keep running
With the out crowd

Yeah

There's a lot of folks like me
Who's heard the worlds slamming door
So wherever you are
Whatever you're feeling
Just know
This ones for the out crowd

This one's for the fighter
The out crowd
Who get pushed around by all the insiders

I'm in the out crowd
Oh and that makes you a fighter
When you're in the out crowd
You get pushed around by all the insiders

All the beautiful the popular
The ones with the money
That ain't me
So I'll keep running
With the out crowd

Na na na
Na na na na
Na

Yeah the out crowd

Na na na
Na na na na
Na



Credits
Writer(s): Tammi Hutton, Marshall Dane, Lynn Hutton
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