Hands লিরিক্স

Step away from the stage You're crowding me Participate in the suffocation, i can't breathe Ahhh... 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 Ya ya ya ya... We paid six dollars, now we want enlightenment