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Red Right Hand Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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Take 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 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 storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red hand
He'll you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a boy
He'll all dreams
It took you a to destroy
He'll reach deep the hole
your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know 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 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 buddy, don't you worry
Cause here he comes
Through the and the barrio
And the and the slum
A is wherever he stands
of 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 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 storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red hand
He'll you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a boy
He'll all dreams
It took you a to destroy
He'll reach deep the hole
your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know 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 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 buddy, don't you worry
Cause here he comes
Through the and the barrio
And the and the slum
A is wherever he stands
of 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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