Текст песни: Hands + перевод

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

Перевод песни Hands