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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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Take a little walk to the of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a black with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all dreams
It took you a to destroy
He'll reach deep the hole
Heal shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
ever turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this 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 like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
Cause he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
of green paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in nightmares
You'll see him in dreams
He'll 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
and directed by his red right hand
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a black with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all dreams
It took you a to destroy
He'll reach deep the hole
Heal shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
ever turning back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this 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 like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
Cause he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
of green paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in nightmares
You'll see him in dreams
He'll 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
and directed by his red right hand
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