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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 the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
a of doom
As it shifts and cracks
lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty coat with
A red hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
you that you've been a boy
He'll rekindle all dreams
It you a to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never ever turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
disappearing 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 like an insect
Well, 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 right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll out of nowhere
But he ain't what 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 plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
Go the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
a of doom
As it shifts and cracks
lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty coat with
A red hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
you that you've been a boy
He'll rekindle all dreams
It you a to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never ever turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
disappearing 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 like an insect
Well, 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 right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll out of nowhere
But he ain't what 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 plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
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