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 fun 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 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

(You're just a live grenade)

Young renegade.

Young renegade

Young renegade

Young renegade

Young renegade.