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 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!
Young renegade!
Young renegade!
Young renegade!
Young renegade!
Young renegade!