Step away from the stage, you're crowding me
Participate in the suffocation, I can't breathe
Ah...
Tell me what's with your sense of entitlement

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

Step ahead to the stage, we're crowding in
Boy, it's good to be young and great to be thin
Yeah...
We paid six dollars, now we want enlightenment

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