Peaky Blinders

Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms, Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know, You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks

On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy

He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul, but there won't be a single thing
That you can do
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru

They're whispering his name through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat, Is a red right hand

You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?
He'll get you one

You don't have no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy 'cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum

A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but He ain't what he seems

You'll see him in your head
On the TV screen hey buddy, I'm warning
You to turn it off
But he's a ghost, he's a god he's a man, he's a guru

You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand