Renegade

Young renegade

I am the fury of a bomb

Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam

A thousand words in the cracks of my palm

Just one death sentence written in a fucking song

We are the ones, the ones you're always calling faceless

But we got the guns, the guns are gonna make you face it

Don't even run because the run is getting wasted

Young renegades, we're gonna make some changes

You're just a live grenade, young renegade

You're just a live grenade, young renegade

Young renegade, young renegade

Young renegade, young renegade

Coming out the gate, I got your number, better pray

It's not a revolution, but they both sound the same

Yeah, you're always starting fires, put 'em out a little late

You're, oh, such wicked motherfuckers, can't take the pain

It's sunset in ghost town, hold your Holy Ghosts now

There's blood in the streets with your grave underneath nailed

I'm hanging by a thread, I got a crucifix bed

My eyes are open wide, so I'll sleep when I'm dead

You're just a live grenade, young renegade

You're just a live grenade, young renegade

Young renegade, young renegade

Young renegade, young renegade

Man down, shots ringing out loud

Man down, shots ringing out loud

Man down, shots ringing out loud

Man down, everybody, get the fuck down!

Get the fuck down!

Get the fuck down!

Get the fuck down!

Get the fuck down!

You're just a live grenade, young renegade

You're just a live grenade (you're just a live grenade!), young renegade

Young renegade, young renegade

Young renegade, young renegade