| You could bury me underground |
| I would dig my own way out |
| You could give me ash and dust |
| And let me walk right through the mud |
| Cause I’m a settle all my scores |
| And hear me bang on the drums of war |
| If you could see my skeleton |
| Then you would know what I’m made of |
| Feel the fire and see the smoke |
| Like a hurricane when the thunder rolls |
| I thought by now that you ought to know |
| I’ve got a renegade soul |
| That you can’t control |
| And I’m on a roll |
| So don’t try to hold me no |
| Don’t you know |
| There’s a lot of fight in my bones |
| You can bury me out to sea |
| But I’ll rise up from the deep |
| I’m never gonna lose my grip |
| You can’t sink my battleship |
| I’m gonna spark my energy |
| Like fire and gasoline |
| If you could see my skeleton |
| Then you would know what’s in me |
| Feel the fire when you see the smoke |
| Like a hurricane when the thunder rolls |
| I thought by now that you ought to know that |
| I’ve got a renegade soul |
| That you can’t control |
| And I’m on a roll |
| So don’t try to hold me no |
| Don’t you know |
| There’s a lot of fight in my bones |
| There’s a lot of fight |
| There’s a lot of fight |
| There’s a lot of fight, yeah |
| Hurricane when the thunder rolls |
| Said I thought by now |
| That you oughta know |
| I’ve got a renegade soul |
| That you can’t control |
| And I’m on a roll |
| So don’t try to hold me no |
| Don’t you know |
| I’ve got a renegade soul |
| That you can’t control |
| And I’m on a roll |
| So don’t try to hold me no |
| Don’t you know |
| There’s a lot of fight in my bones |