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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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a little walk to the of town
Go the tracks
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
the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering comes
A tall handsome man
In a black coat with
A red hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
you that you've been a good boy
He'll all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your soul
Hey buddy, you you're
Never turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But 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, don't you worry
here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red hand
You'll see him in nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
But he ain't he seems
You'll see him in your head
On the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm telling
You to 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
Go the tracks
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
the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering comes
A tall handsome man
In a black coat with
A red hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
you that you've been a good boy
He'll all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your soul
Hey buddy, you you're
Never turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But 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, don't you worry
here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red hand
You'll see him in nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
But he ain't he seems
You'll see him in your head
On the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm telling
You to 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
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