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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where lie in the border 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 gathering storm comes
A handsome man
In a black with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll all those dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll deep into the hole
Heal shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
ever 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 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 an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
Cause 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 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 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 across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where lie in the border 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 gathering storm comes
A handsome man
In a black with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll all those dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll deep into the hole
Heal shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
ever 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 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 an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
Cause 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 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 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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