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