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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
Where the looms
Like a bird of doom
As it and cracks
Where secrets lie in the fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering comes
A tall man
In a black with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you you've been a good boy
He'll all those dreams
It you a to destroy
He'll reach 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 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 like an insect
Well, buddy, don't you worry
Cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A is cast wherever he stands
of green in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your 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 directed by his red hand
Go the tracks
Where the looms
Like a bird of doom
As it and cracks
Where secrets lie in the fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering comes
A tall man
In a black with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you you've been a good boy
He'll all those dreams
It you a to destroy
He'll reach 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 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 like an insect
Well, buddy, don't you worry
Cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A is cast wherever he stands
of green in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your 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 directed by his red hand
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