Rare Americans
Hands Free
[Verse 1]
The king throws down
Bone after bone after bone
He means what he says
You can hear it in his tone
The queen is trapped
In her room all alone
Lonely with only her guards and her phone
She lays her head down
Says fuck this town
I’m going out to sea

[Chorus]
It's you, the man with the cut off hands
Who knows better than to reach
No fame, no pity
Anywhere in this city
No mercy for the weak
Ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha!

[Verse 2]
The ladder is rigged
By these pigs in wigs
They’ll take a hammer to your hands
They’re metal and mean
Vetted and clean
And they have read your plans
You stay alive at night
Can hide in plain sight
If you simply have nothing to say
[Chorus]
It's you, the man with the cut off hands
Who knows better than to reach
No fame, no pity
Anywhere in this city
No mercy for the weak

[Bridge]
All in vain
All in jest
All the luck in the world
All the best
All in vain
All in jest
All the luck in the world
All the best
All in vain
All in jest
All the luck in the world
All the best
All in vain
All in jest
All the luck in the world
All the best

[Outro]
There’s a disease going round
This whole town
It has everyone on their knees
There’s a disease going round
This whole town
It has everyone on their knees