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