renegade

Hollywood Undead

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 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
(you re just a live grenade!) , young renegade

Young renegade, young renegade
Young renegade, young renegade
Young renegade, young renegade
Young renegade, young renegade