| Get out of your own way, hey, hey | 
| Get out of your own way, hey, hey | 
| Love hurts | 
| Now you're the girl who's left with no words | 
| Your heart's a balloon, but then it bursts | 
| It doesn't take a cannon, just a pin | 
| Your skin's not covering | 
| And resistance | 
| Love has got to fight for its existence | 
| The enemy has armies for assistance | 
| The amorist, the glamorous, the kiss | 
| A fist, listen to this, oh | 
| Get out of your own way, oh, I | 
| Get out of your own way, oh, I | 
| I could sing it to you all night, all night | 
| If I could, I'd make it alright, alright | 
| Nothing's stopping you except what's inside | 
| I can help you, but it's your fight, your fight | 
| Fight back | 
| Don't take it lyin' down, you got to bite back | 
| The face of liberty's starting to crack | 
| She had a plan up until she got smacked in the mouth | 
| And it all went south | 
| Like freedom | 
| The slaves are lookin' for someone to lead them | 
| The master's lookin' for someone to need him | 
| The promised land is there for those who need it most | 
| And Lincoln's ghost said... | 
| Get out of your own way, oh, I | 
| Get out of your own way, oh, I | 
| I could sing it to you all night, all night | 
| If I could, I'd make it alright, alright | 
| Nothing's stopping you except what's inside | 
| I can help you, but it's your fight, your fight | 
| Get out of your own way | 
| Get out of your own way | 
| Get out of your own way | 
| Get out of your own way | 
| Get out of your own way | 
| Blessed are the arrogant | 
| For there is the kingdom of their own company | 
| Blessed are the superstars | 
| For the magnificence in their light | 
| We understand better our own insignificance | 
| Blessed are the filthy rich | 
| For you can only truly own what you give away | 
| Like your pain |