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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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Take a little to the of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, the stacks
On a storm comes
A tall man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
He'll you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll all dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
ever back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're his name
this 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
the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of paper in his red right 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 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 right hand
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, the stacks
On a storm comes
A tall man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
He'll you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll all dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
ever back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're his name
this 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
the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of paper in his red right 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 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 right hand
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