Outcasts - Ezla

They plaster on that same fake smile

And you play along a little while

You’re growing bored of the same crowd

The cool kid syndrome got you down

Come dance with the freaks and the gypsies

And drink till we’re love drunk and tipsy

We’re never looking back

We rise up from the ash

Above the smoke they cash

(Running, running, running with the outcasts)

We’re never looking back

We rise up from the ash

Above the smoke they cash

(Running, running, running with the outcasts)

Running, running

Running with the outcasts

Running, running

Running with the outcasts

You see past the smoke they blow

Inside this cloud they’ve lost their souls

Their cheap impersonations

Make you feel suffocated

You’re growing tired of this show

Come dance with the freaks and the gypsies

And drink till we’re love drunk and tipsy

We’re never looking back

We rise up from the ash

Above the smoke they cash

(Running, running, running with the outcasts)

We’re never looking back

We rise up from the ash

Above the smoke they cash

(Running, running, running with the outcasts)

Running, running

Running with the outcasts

Running, running

Running with the outcasts

A dose of small-town fame

Swimming through their veins

Making critics of nothing

What a crying shame

A dose of small-town fame

Swimming through their veins

Making critics of nothing

What a crying shame

We’re never looking back

We rise up from the ash

Above the smoke they cash

(Running, running, running with the outcasts)

We’re never looking back

We rise up from the ash

Above the smoke they cash

(Running, running, running with the outcasts)

Running, running

Running with the outcasts

Running, running

Running with the outcasts