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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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Take a little to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
the square, past the bridge
the mills, past the stacks
On a storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know 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
this 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 an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
of paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in dreams
He'll out of nowhere
But he ain't he seems
You'll see him in 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 cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
Go across the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
the square, past the bridge
the mills, past the stacks
On a storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know 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
this 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 an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
of paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in dreams
He'll out of nowhere
But he ain't he seems
You'll see him in 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 cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
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