The Ride Of Los Angeles

I'm on the outside
Afraid of looking in
Bleeding one on the outside
You know I'm not your kind

If everyone was as plain as me
Your city would not be
If everyone was the same as me
Your city would not be

You say you wanna ride?
I fell on the outside
I'll never be the same
If you're not somebody

I won't remember your name
'Cause everyone is stairs for me
And fame is what I breathe
I'm born again to make you leave
If you have nothing to give me