Hands Free

“Hands Free” is a song by Rare Americans that's on the Rare Americans (Album)

Lyrics
[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, she 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 favor, 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!

[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, you 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 favor, 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