Hands Free - Rare Americans

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 she says «Fuck this town!

I’m going out to sea…»

It’s you!

The man with the cut off hands who knows better than to reach!

No fame and no pity anywhere in this city

No mercy for the weak!

Ha-ha-ha!

(ha-ha-ha)

Ha-ha-ha!

(ha-ha-ha)

Ha-ha-ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

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

They have read your plans

You stay alive at night, you can hide in plain sight

If you simply have nothing to say

It’s you!

The man with the cut off hands who knows better than to reach!

No fame and no pity anywhere in this city

No mercy for the weak!

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

There’s a disease goin' 'round this old town, it has everyone on their knees

There’s a disease goin' 'round this old town, it has everyone on their knees