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 the ****ing 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 all such wicked mother****ers

Can't take the pain

It's sunset in ghost town

Hold your Holy Ghost 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!

Young renegade!

Young renegade!

Young renegade!

Young renegade!

Young renegade!