Renegade
Young renegade
I am the fury of a bombAgent Orange, tiger print, VietnamA thousand words in the crest of my palmJust one death sentence written in a fucking songWe are the ones, the ones you're always calling facelessBut we got the guns, the guns that gonna make you face itDon't even run, because the fun is getting wastedYoung renegades, we're gonna make some changes
You're just a live grenadeYoung renegadeYou're just a live grenadeYoung renegade
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Coming out the gate, I got your number, better prayIt's not a revolution but they both sound the sameYeah, you're always starting fires, put 'em out a little lateYou're all such wicked motherfuckers, can't take the painIt's sunset in ghost town, hold your holy ghost nowThere's blood in the streets with your grave underneath nowI'm hanging by a thread, I've got a crucifix bedMy eyes are open wide so I'll sleep when I'm dead
You're just a live grenadeYoung renegadeYou're just a live grenadeYoung renegade
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Man down, shots ringing out loudMan down, shots ringing out loudMan down, shots ringing out loudMan down, everybody get the fuck down
Get the fuck downGet the fuck downGet the fuck downGet the fuck down
You're just a live grenadeYoung renegadeYou're just a live grenade(You're just a live grenade)Young renegade
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