Hands Free
Rare Americans
Dm
Verse 1
Dm Bb Bm The king throws down bone after bone after bone Bb Dm He means what he says, you can hear it in his tone Bb Bm The queen is trapped in a room all alone Bb Dm Lonely with only her guards and her phone Bb Bm Bb She lays her head down she says "Fuck this town! I'm going out to see..."
Chorus
Dm It's you! A Bb F Gm F A The man with the cut off hands who knows better than to reach! Dm A Bb F No fame and no pity anywhere in this city Gm F A No mercy for the weak! Dm A Ha-ha-ha! (ha-ha-ha) Bb F Ha-ha-ha! (ha-ha-ha) Gm Ha-ha-ha! F A Ha,ha!
Verse 2
Dm Bb Bm Bb Dm Bb Bm Bb The latter is rigged by these pigs in wigs, they'll take a hammer to your hands Dm Bb Bm Bb They're metal and mean, vetted and clean Dm Bb Bm Bb They have read your plans Dm Bb Bm Bb You stay alive at night, you can hide in plain sight Dm Bb Bm If you simply have nothing to say
Chorus
Dm It's you! A Bb F Gm F A The man with the cut off hands who knows better than to reach! Dm A Bb F No fame and no pity anywhere in this city Gm F A (3x shots) A (3x shots) No mercy for the weak!
Outro
Dm A F A All in vein, all in jest, all the luck in the world all the best Dm A F A All in vein, all in jest, all the luck in the world all the best Dm A F A All in vein, all in jest, all the luck in the world all the best Dm A F A All in vein, all in jest, all the luck in the world all the best Dm A F A There's a disease goin' 'round this old town, it has everyone on their knees Dm A F A A (3x shots) A (3x shots) Dm There's a disease goin' 'round this old town, it has everyone on their knees
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