It was rainin in heaven when you went down
You were better than the best
Stayed a notch above the rest
It was rainin in heaven when you went down

Your mother cried, said she told you so
But you touched the devil and couldnt let go
(yeah)
No one controls the outlaw

You wrote the story with the movie in mind
An angel face with a criminal side
Celebraed as the rebel kind
The outlaw

I wonder if you knew
They would turn your bad deeds into good
Paint you as a modern robinhood

Its high noon
Everywhere you go
And the guilt you feel is the weary soul
(yeah)
Of the outlaw

Hearts werent made to be ruled
And rules werent made to be broken
Its cold and lonely at the end of your life
And nobody sleeps `til they turn out the lights
For the outlaw

Where you gonna go, where you gonna hide
Its cold and lonely for the outlaw
Where you gonna go, where you gonna hide
As the outlaw

From the album tropico
Written by: niel geraldo & myron grombacher