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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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a little to the edge of town
Go the tracks
Where the looms
Like a of doom
As it 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, 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 hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this land
But hidden 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 like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
here he comes
the ghettos and the barrio
And the and the slum
A shadow is wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red hand
You'll see him in 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
and directed by his red right hand
Go the tracks
Where the looms
Like a of doom
As it 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, 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 hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this land
But hidden 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 like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
here he comes
the ghettos and the barrio
And the and the slum
A shadow is wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red hand
You'll see him in 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
and directed by his red right hand
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