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

He's a god, he's a man
He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through a 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 feel him in your head
On the TV screen
Hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off

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