Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands Free, artist - Rare Americans. Album song Rare Americans, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 09.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Hands Free |
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 |