| Oh, go slow | |
| You got gold in your fist | |
| Eat my hope | |
| And make it new | |
| We spend our wage | |
| In a couple of days | |
| Hoping life might | |
| Pay us back | |
| We have only ourselves | |
| Only ourselves to blame | |
| We have only ourselves | |
| Only ourselves to blame | |
| There's no way | |
| I'm going out like this | |
| There is hair on my skirt | |
| Feel the dirt on my knee | |
| You've bled me, worn me | |
| Washed me out | |
| Taken doubt too seriously | |
| We have only ourselves | |
| Only ourselves to blame | |
| We have only ourselves | |
| Only ourselves to blame | |
| But I like it that way | |
| I like it that way | |
| Oh, go slow | |
| You got me on your list | |
| Take my hope for you | |
| There's no way | |
| You're going out like that | |
| There is food on your shirt | |
| Mud and there's dirt on you | |
| We have only ourselves | |
| Only ourselves to blame | |
| We have only ourselves | |
| Only ourselves to blame | |
| We have only ourselves | |
| Only ourselves to blame | |
| But I like it that way | |
| I like it that way |