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 always call the 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, young renegade Young renegade, young renegade Young renegade, young renegade