Hands lyrics

[Verse 1]
Step away from the stage, you're crowding me
Participate in the suffocation, I can't breathe

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me what's with your sense of entitlement

[Chorus]
Hands off my guitar
You have your space
And we have ours, it's ours
Ours, it's ours, not yours

[Verse 2]
Step ahead to the stage, we're crowding in
Boy it's good to be young and great to be thin

[Pre-Chorus]
We paid six dollars, now we want enlightenment

[Chorus]
Hands off my guitar
You have your space
And we have ours, it's ours
Ours, it's ours, not yours