Red Right Hand
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
A red right hand
He'll wrap you up 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
A red right hand
You don't have no money?
Well 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
Red right hand
Red right hand
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
Because, he taught the theory
Well, you'll see him in your head
And hey buddy on the TV screen
You'll see him in your head
And on the TV screen
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
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
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
Your nightmares are real
You'll see him in your nightmares
'Cause your nightmares are real
These are based on the things you want
And you can get in fucking trouble if you try to get him
And he puts those things in your dreams
He will kill out of nowhere in many many guises
He ain't any particular thing
He's a young, he's a her, he's shit, he's a piss
He's a head, he's a foot, in the penis an ass
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man
He's a brew, yeah well
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
A red right hand
He'll wrap you up 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
A red right hand
You don't have no money?
Well 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
Red right hand
Red right hand
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
Because, he taught the theory
Well, you'll see him in your head
And hey buddy on the TV screen
You'll see him in your head
And on the TV screen
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
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
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
Your nightmares are real
You'll see him in your nightmares
'Cause your nightmares are real
These are based on the things you want
And you can get in fucking trouble if you try to get him
And he puts those things in your dreams
He will kill out of nowhere in many many guises
He ain't any particular thing
He's a young, he's a her, he's shit, he's a piss
He's a head, he's a foot, in the penis an ass
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man
He's a brew, yeah well
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Edward Cave, Thomas Wydler, Mick Harvey
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