I'm a renegade razorblade, ready like a hand grenade
Rippin' through your radio dial
I got that gunsmoke smother and there isn't any other
 [bad word] with a side so wild
Don't need the drink or the needle or the ink
All i need's a little fever scratch
I'm just a shot in the dark tryin' to kick a spark
Up in your heart before I burn and crash

All the outlaws are outdated
And the cowboys have all been gunned down 

And I don't know where the fire goes
All I know is that you gotta fight 'em with your rock

Takin' back the strip where the sun don't set
And the angels [bad word] out to play
I'm a silver tongue with a poison tip
And the licks to lay your city to waste 
Rising from the slaughter so you mothers hide your daughters
'Cuz we love a [bad word] 
So bang your head, be shred or be dead
'Cuz we're not gonna take it today
No, no, no way 

(Burn this mother down) Let's burn it down
 [bad word] on let's burn this [bad word] down) Oh burn it down
(I said let's burn this mother down) Let's burn it 
 [bad word] on say) Burn this [bad word] to the [bad word] #39; ground say