Renegade

Young renegade

I am the fury of a bomb

Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam

A thousand words in the crest 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 that 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

Your arms are tweaking, motherfuckers 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 now

I'm hanging by a thread, I've 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