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Red Right Hand 
Hard
de Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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a little walk to the edge of town
Go the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a storm comes
A man
In a dusty with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll all dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you you're
turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
of green paper in his red hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in 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
And hey buddy, I'm telling
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 by his red right hand
Go the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a storm comes
A man
In a dusty with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll all dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you you're
turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
of green paper in his red hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in 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
And hey buddy, I'm telling
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 by his red right hand
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