| Young renegade
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| I am the fury of a bomb
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| Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam
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| A thousand words in the crest of my palm
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| Just one death sentence written in a fucking song
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| We are the ones, the ones you're always calling faceless
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| But we got the guns, the guns that gonna make you face it
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| Don't even run, because the fun is getting wasted
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| Young renegades, we're gonna make some changes
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| You're just a live grenade
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| Young renegade
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| You're just a live grenade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Coming out the gate, I got your number, better pray
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| It's not a revolution but they both sound the same
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| Yeah, you're always starting fires, put 'em out a little late
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| You're all such wicked motherfuckers, can't take the pain
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| It's sunset in ghost town, hold your holy ghost now
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| There's blood in the streets with your grave underneath now
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| I'm hanging by a thread, I've got a crucifix bed
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| My eyes are open wide so I'll sleep when I'm dead
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| You're just a live grenade
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| Young renegade
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| You're just a live grenade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Man down, shots ringing out loud
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| Man down, shots ringing out loud
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| Man down, shots ringing out loud
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| Man down, everybody get the fuck down
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| Get the fuck down
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| Get the fuck down
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| Get the fuck down
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| Get the fuck down
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| You're just a live grenade
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| Young renegade
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| You're just a live grenade
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| (You're just a live grenade)
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade
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| Young renegade |