Lyrics Hollywood Undead – Renegade
Text:
All:
Young renegade
J-Dog:
I am the fury of a bomb
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 fun is getting wasted
Young renegades, we’re gonna make some changes
Funny Man:
You’re just a live grenade
Young renegade
You’re just a live grenade
Young renegade
All:
Young renegade
Young renegade
Young renegade
Young renegade
Johnny 3 Tears:
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
Funny Man:
You’re just a live grenade
Young renegade
You’re just a live grenade
Young renegade
All:
Young renegade
Young renegade
Young renegade
Young renegade
Funny Man:
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
All:
Get the fuck down
Get the fuck down
Get the fuck down
Get the fuck down
Funny Man:
You’re just a live grenade
Young renegade
You’re just a live grenade
(You’re just a live grenade)
Young renegade
All:
Young renegade
Young renegade
Young renegade
Young renegade
Album
Hollywood Undead – Hollywood Undead - Five
